Quinten found himself surrounded by black figures with glowing red eyes. One by one, they came to attack. Quinten knew these dreams well and started beating the ever-livin'' snot out of the shadow monsters.


    "AHAHAHA! You fiends! You dare come at me? Die a worthless death!" He laughed maniacally at the shades and continued to chop them down with a dazzling two-handed sword like saplings in a forest.


    The sluggish motions of his body felt as if he was moving around underwater, but that wouldn''t stop him from ending the lives of these sorry souls. He jumped around, higher than he ever could in real life, and floated down to strike an enemy from the air. He was unstoppable in the land of dreams and he reveled in the feeling of power.


    Soon his foes were piled up in a mountain of shadowy corpses, the red drained from their eyes. He had succeeded.