I was listening to Viva La Vida by Coldplay and fell asleep. Then, I had this weird dream that I ruled the world. It was a living hell. I shot fireballs from my hands and eyes, the sky was blood red, and everybody had to do as i commanded or be sentenced to their death. I was a total dictator. Nothing like Hitler, though. I didn't kill people just for the heck of it. Everything was going pretty well by my standards. No one tried to oppose me or challenge me. Or so I thought. You know the part in the song where it says "People couldn't believe what I've become, revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate"? That's what happened in the end. The part that says "Now the old king is dead, long live the king," is when my best friend took the throne. It was a really scary dream.