'Hello Punz' He shakes the hand of his dumbfounded ally 'Long time no see?'

'I-what?' He says. Dream just smiles and turns towards the other people just staring at him.

'Dream?' A voice says.

'Bad! Hey man! Nice banquet you've arranged. The decorations too red for my liking, but the yellow balances it out.'

Bad tries to speak but no sound comes out. Sam charges forward with a sword in his hand, about to attack him. Bad stops him.

'What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in prison' Bad says, voice an octave higher than usual. It confuses Dream.

'Well, I'm not, am I? Anyway, want a lemonade?'

'WHaT?' Bad nearly screams.

Dream doesn't understand. He only wants to help people out. He shrugs and turns towards a jukebox and feels the stare of the people at his back. He plays a music disc. He thinks it's a nice tune, but a glass shatters as a boy collapses screaming.

'This is not happening. This is absolutely not happening. Tell me I'm dreaming. What the fuck.' The boy, Tommy, screams. He rocks back and forth on his heels, hands clasped tightly over his ears.

Ranboo, one of his best friend, bends down and rubs his back. He looks at Dream accusingly. 'Look at what you've done! Have you no taste in music? Fiend!'

'Oh! sorry! I'll change it right away', Guilty, Dream removes PigStep and puts Mellohi on. Now that's a nicer vibe.

Tommy screams louder and Dream becomes more confused. 'You're supposed to be in Prison! You- you manipulated me! Sam! How is he out! And why is there blood on his clothes?!'

He screams again and another glass bottle shatters. Ranboo looks as if he's trying not to laugh. Dream doesn't understand why.

'Oh! That's because Quackity tortured me. In fact, I believe he's right there, with Technoblade and an alien guy' Dream answers, hoping it stops Tommy screaming. Maybe, Dream suddenly realizes, it's the obnoxious orange of his prison jumpsuit.

He hears a distant crash and a groan. That would be Quackity, Dream vaguely thinks while cleaning a wine glass with a piece of clean white cloth.

'Well Dream, seems like you caught me' a drawling, monotone voice announces. Technoblade.

'The barking gave it away' Dream says idly.

A high pitched voice squeaks, 'Barking?'

Just as he says that, wolves come pouring in, by the hundreds. They shove and push, a mass of just white fur.

Someone screams (something along the lines of, 'Fuck we're going to die, aren't we?'), red vines writhe around caught in fire, a sentient red egg pulses and Dream cleans the wine glass. He is vaguely aware of fireworks going off, swords clashing and people fighting.

'Retreat! Go, go, go!'

'Get 'em my hounds of war! Anonymous69! Come back here!'

'What the fuck is going on! Is someone going to fucking expla- AHHHHH!'

A wet something nudges his leg and Dream looks down. It's a wolf pup.

'Hi dog. Want some lemonade?'

It yips, so Dream pours lemonade in a plate and settles it on the floor. The wolf wags it's tail and laps it up.

Dream pets it, 'Good puppy.'

Days later, people are lying in their bed, trying to think if this was a joke that the universe played on them or just a hallucination.

They will never find out.