T'was morning. As I slept, I dreamed of  the dances of  death and darkness. In my dreams Queens and Princesses were ordinary People, and  ordinary People were Queens and Princesses. and together they were all dancing dances of their own design. for they knew that they would soon all meat death's shadowy embrace.  it mattered little at the end of time.  And as my alarm beeped to awaken me, one of them stopped, turned around and said: "good morning and good by beloved Girl. Remember we are all in your head."  I woke and they were gone. weren't they?.