I was researching the history of my ancient ancestor Lord Bloodwar and
had visited his crumbling gothic estate. Outside a huge cathedral I
noticed a massive silver tank, about the size of a house. A voice came
over a loudspeaker from within and told me that Bruce Dickinson was the
current Lord Bloodwar and that he wanted me to go to Iron Maiden’s last
ever gig.

The tank started rolling toward me and Maiden mascot Eddie was standing
on the turret in futuristic green armour. I had to scramble up an old
castle wall to get out of the way. I found myself overlooking a valley,
the tank behind me and the sun setting before me. Maiden then got out of
the tank and started playing a song written by the ghost of Rozz
Williams about cutting peoples’ limbs off and reassembling them in weird
configurations. The tank shot missiles over the valley and I stood on
the precipice rocking out and going ‘Woo’.