After recently reading a warhammer 40k novel I found myself having a dream where I was an Imperial Guardsman, nothing special just an ordinary faceless soldier on a field of millions. I was assaulting a chaos forge world, weapons wise I was packing a hellgun (heavy duty lasgun, fires heavier more damaging shots at expense of reduced shots per charge pack), some frag/krak grenades and a pistol, the pistol was an bolt pistol I'd taken from a dead cultist, in fact all my weapons and ammo were scavenged from the dead in the swirling battlefield as my lasgun was destroyed by an explosion which lifted me bodily and threw me some 50ft. I was involved in a vicious street by street, house by house fight when the buildings in front of us in the street collapsed an enemy warlord titan was storming across the battlefield at us. There's nothing quite like waking up in the dark suddenly and having to think "I'm ok! I'm not being stomped on by a 100ft tall bipedal tank!"