In your dream, she's still there.
She runs up to you, and you smile.
You take her in your arms, and you begin to fly.
She moves in for a kiss.
Suddenly, everything is blue and red.
And when it clears, she isn't there anymore.

In your dream, you've killed them.
Your greatest mission, completed.
The girl who caught your eye, suitably impressed.
The two of you kiss over the pile of green- and yellow- and red-stained corpses.

In your dream, you've done it.
Your greatest mission, accomplished.
The empire you've built, suitably impressive.
You look down on the populace of your dynasty, and smile.

In your dream, you're flying.
You soar upward in the night like some sort of bird.
Your grin is as wide as the sky above you.
You look down, and you're not scared.
You move your legs, and smile when they do.

In your dream, they hate you.
After all the killing and lying you've done, they've finally caught on.
Every last one of them hates you to the core.
And you smile and laugh, because that's what you wanted.

In your dream, you turn a corner.
You see a band of capracious minstrels.
They offer you some sopor slime pie.
The three of you chill the fuck out.

You don't dream anymore.
You haven't for a while.          
But you're okay with that.

You... Oh.
Oh God.
Let's go visit someone else's dream.

In your dream, you can see something.
It's a girl. Her hair is blonde, her skin a pale white.
You don't know who it is.
But you know you're interested.

In your dream, you're smiling.
She looks up at you, behind her ruby shades.
She smiles, too.
You kiss, and you're happy.

In your dream, you're happy.
You kiss him, and you smile.
He looks down at you, staring through your red shades.
He's smiling.

In your dream, everything's horrible.
Blood and guts, spilled on the ground.
You try to look away.
But it's everywhere, even at the tips of your claws.
And, you have to admit, you kind of like it.