The night was dark and cold as shadows drifted between the great trees that flanked Konahagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Inside the massive wall of the settlement the atmosphere was apprehensive, like that of a calm before the storm. The occasional late night wanderer rushed home, even the knowledge of the ever-watchful shinobi patrols didn't grant any security against the sudden feeling of anxiety that fell over the village. Even sleep gave no succour, as the many people, civilian and shinobi alike writhed in their beds as nightmares permeated the settlement.

In the office of the Fire Shadow, an old man in a young body sighed tiredly as he awoke from the terrors. His blond hair falling over the steel plate and black cloth that was his headband.

A mad man laughed hysterically, madness intertwined with malice as his eyes flashed with rage and insanity.

He massaged his forehead tiredly as the memories came, soon followed by a bright glow in the east. "Finely, sun ri-"A roar shattered the night as a demon in red fur appeared in the distance. And so the Shinobi village came and fought the great beast, forgetting the terrors of the night and relishing in the reality of pain and death. However the universe dreamed on.

Katniss Everdeen, victor of the Hunger Games and she, who braved many evils, awoke in fear, a terror in her eyes. It was forgotten however. Peeta too, awoke in fright. As well as the populace of all of Panem. And they all forgot.

"I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of my people's history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I will not!" Screamed a man of burning passion as he raised a dark gauntlet towards his target, "EXTERMINATE" screeched the machine as it fired on the deity.

Napoleon, Emperor of the French shivered in the dark as a cold breath rattled out into the Russian Winter, terror clawing at his throat. Before he and the Grand Army, forgot.

Maybe that's where the answer lies. Our salvation. On Earth.

On another world, in the city of the dead, the Thirteen Court Guard of the Court of Pure Souls, also fought and died as they too forgot the terrors and madness. The Quincy were a welcome distraction to the horror of the dreams that all races of the dead and living felt. They all forgot.

His eyes shined with unshed tears of unadulterated mirth as he cackled evilly

The Great Z-fighters rushed out in the hunt for the androids, happy to escape the nightmares. And so they and their planet forgot.

The malevolent laugh that rang throughout the cosmos of dreams.

Lelouch, the banished prince, stood in grim silence as the blood of his kinsman splashed across his face, relieved still as the dreams were gone. For now. His subconscious knew they would return to him and his sister. And still they and the earth forgot.

For it is said at the end of time,

"For Gallifrey!" screamed the silver haired man, a vibrant robe of red and gold jerked with the passion of his call to the assorted figures below him.

The universe would have bad dreams.

"For Victory!" he cried, his staff raised in defiance against the forces of the Enemy, the High Council echoed in frenzy, as the desperation that shook the ancient race paved the way to a mad drive for survival.

And yet not only would we dream of fire, war and the end of everything.

"FOR THE END OF TIME ITSELF" boiled through the high council chambers as the Lord President rallied the Time Lords of Gallifrey in to their salvation.

But we would dream of the return,

FOR GALLIFREY

From the dark,

FOR VICTORY

And into the light,

FOR THE END

For at the end of all creation, the Time Lords would return

OF TIME ITSELF.