Hey, subconscious! I ordered a dream about flying and pirates. Why am I clapped in irons and in a dungeon cell? Who is in control of this dream anyway? Unless you're about to order up some hunky guards with intentions on the lady pirate, let's get outta here and get on with the action... oh, I see. We ARE about to order up some hunky guards with intentions on the lady pirate. Oh, don't mind me. Carry on!