Fwelf was breathing heavily. He hadn't expected for Queen Uuhcura to be killed today, least of all for his exiled, abandoned and missing comrades to be responsible for the act. "Welcome back, guys.", he said nervously when Algrin, Halatia and Galvahex returned to the ship. "What've you been up to?"

"Squatting around on Earth, waiting for my chance to reclaim power.", Algrin answered, his face unchanging in expression.

Halatia was next to answer. "Plotting revenge for the fact I was subjected to torture all for what was a pointless ruse."

Algrin then pulled out his sword. "Now give me one good reason why you didn't help us in our crusade, before I cut you down where you stand."

Fwelf got down on his knees and began begging for mercy. "Please Master, spare me. If I had acted against the Queen, she would've sensed it and had me destroyed. I was acting under duress."

"Your response…", Algrin put his sword down, "…is satisfactory. However, you still need to redeem yourself."

"Oh I've anticipated that. In fact, thanks to the late Queen, I've managed to find a way to improve our Mutasects into something more powerful. I just need some animal DNA from Earth."

"That's good, but not exactly what I had in mind." Algrin conjured up the burnt out body of Uuhcura. "Can you do something with this?"

Fwelf smiled. "Oh, I'll relish the opportunity, my Lord."

Down at the Nest, Carrie was reviewing the security footage, when Gordon walked in. "Working overtime, Medical Officer Brown?", the commanding officer asked.

"I'm just doing some investigative work Comman - Group Captain.", Carrie replied, barely remembering that Gordon had received a promotion that same day. "Something about Private Dawson's behaviour earlier has me intrigued. I need to find out where he frequents so I can find out."

"I've had the same concerns.", the Commander said. "Which is why I've taken the liberty of finding out ahead of time. He generally spends his time at the Karaoke Bar 5 miles outside of Winter Valley."

Carrie smiled at this. "It's a start."

Elsewhere, Mark came to in a dark, featureless void. "This place doesn't look particularly inviting.", he said to himself. "Heck, I don't even remember BEING invited." Then he realised there was nobody else with him. He then went for his communicator, only to find nothing but static and creepy laughter. "Great, it'll probably take hours to find someone."

"Don't be a pessimist, human.", Mark turned around to be greeted by a familiar, but unpleasant surprise. Gaminator, the paper Mutasect. "After all, it only took me a few minutes to find you."

Mark was shocked to see this. "That's impossible. I already beat you." He had a flashback to their previous meeting, in which Mark had beaten the monster senseless for its callousness. "Well, I beat you once, so I'll just have to do it again."

However, when he reached for his bracelet, there was nothing there. "Sorry, Ranger.", Gaminator said. "There's no Morphin' time for you here. In this place, we make the rules." He then launched his tongue at Mark, catching his neck. "I'm sure your friends are discovering that around now as well."

Mark's was shocked to hear this. "My friends! Where are they?" As if on cue, three separate screens appeared, showing images of Lulu, Wayne and Steven in the same situation he was. The only difference was that they were facing Crystallia, Drain Brain and Noodler respectively. And as Gaminator had said, they were also missing their bracelets, which all of them were taking in their own unique way.

"This can't be happening.", Lulu said in a panicked tone of voice. "I am not facing a monster I already defeated. I am not missing my one way out of this." She kept repeating this as Crystallia approached.

"So someone decided to bring you back?", Wayne said to Drain Brain. "The Dominion must really be running out of ideas." He didn't seem to realise or care about the strangeness of the area.

"I may not be able to morph, but I'll still take you down.", Steven cried as he charged at Noodler, which was ultimately futile.

"Welcome to the World of Darkness, human.", Gaminator laughed. "Enjoy your time here, because we're about to ensure it never ends."

In another part of the world, a mysterious shadowy figure observed the 4 Rangers being attacked. "Good, good. I may not have all 5, but I can still settle for these 4."

Carrie had found the karaoke bar and was now ordering a drink at the bar. "I'll just take a soda. No sugar.", she specified as the waiter wrote her order down and departed. She then started looking around for her target. "Now then, if I were an army private, where would I choose to sit?"

Before she could think of an answer, she saw Dawson heading towards her. "You were at the meeting for the plan to destroy that alien, right?", he said. "You're one of those Flying Rangers."

Carrie sighed and held out her hand. "Medical Officer Caroline Brown, at your service Private."

"Nice to meet you. Now would you mind telling me what you're doing at my frequent haunt?"

"As a matter of fact, it's about the meeting.", Carrie answered him. "I noticed how weird you acted when my friend said his name: Steven Hartford. What I'd like to know is why you reacted so strongly to his name."

At this, Dawson pulled away. "Look, Brown. If you're here to probe into my private affairs, don't expect me to tell you much." He then made his way back to a lady friend sitting at a table.

Carrie then seized upon and idea and stopped him in his tracks. "Since we're at a karaoke bar, how about this? If you can sing better than me, I'll get off your case. But if you get bested by me, then I get to know what I want to know."

Dawson smiled at this. "Ok then, may the best performer win."

Back in the World of Darkness, Mark was still grappling with Gaminator. "Give it up, Ranger. You'll never break free of my grip, you'll never help your friends and none of you will find your way out."

"Are you so sure?", Mark said, allowing Gaminator to pull him closer and using the opportunity to deliver a kick to his chest. This disoriented Gaminator enough for Mark to get free. "Guys!", he yelled at his friends, who fortunately reacted. "Don't let them win, do what you can to fight them off and get away."

"Thanks for the advice.", Lulu nodded as she began trying to fight back at Crystallia. While there was a marked difference in their sheer strength, Lulu was able to use her opponent's strength against her.

Wayne tutted. "What do you think I was trying to do, Goodman?" He then proceeded to deliver a flurry of punches to Drain Brain, which took him down.

Finally, Steven noticed that Noodler had a glaring weakness that was easily exploited. "Let's hope this works." He knocked the monster down by knocking its legs down, causing it to fall on its back.

With all 4 opponents defeated, the 4 Rangers were all teleported to the same location. "Okay, does anyone know how we got here in the first place?", Steven asked.

"Last thing I remember, I was falling asleep.", Lulu said in response. "Let me tell you, this was not what I expected from my first night in a new bed."

Wayne was next to answer. "I was working at my desk and I began to feel slightly drowsy." He hen clicked his fingers. "That's it! This is all a dream. We fell asleep and ended up in a word of nightmares."

"And we all happen to have the same dream through, I don't know, telepathy?", Mark asked. "There's got to be more to it than that. Someone or something must be pulling us here."

A light appeared in the Sky, which attracted the attention of everyone. A voice came from the light. "Bravo, you're getting close to figuring out the truth behind this all. All you need to do is figure out the culprit."

"Does anyone else get a sense of deja vu from that voice?", Lulu asked. "There's definitely something familiar about it."

"And I know it all too well.", Wayne said, some venom present in his voice. "It's that prediction monster that tried to kill Carrie a while ago."

Sure enough, the light dissipated, revealing Predictra's human disguise. "Well, that didn't take you long at all. No wonder you were able to defeat me and my comrades so easily before. They're all as dumb as a post."

"I thought we blew you to smithereens.", Mark said, annoyed by the presence of another seemingly revived Mutasect.

"My body, yes.", Predictra said in response. "But my spiritual energy allowed me to continue on in a disembodied form. I've been spending the time generating enough energy to manifest my friends in this plane along with myself. Then I waited for you all to fall asleep, so I could trap you within my World of Darkness. In a way, I should thank you. By destroying my physical body, you allowed me to become more powerful." She then summoned back the 4 monsters that she had summoned to serve her.

"Even in a dream world, we're going to stop you.", Steven said defiantly.

Predictra laughed at this. "You don't even have your powers in this world. How can your future end in anything other than doom?"

"Well, my horscope said I was due to have good luck today.", Lulu responded. Wayne wasn't sure if she was serious or joking, given that he hadn't actually read today's horoscope, nor was he aware of how avid a reader Lulu was.

"Even without powers, we'll still take you all on.", Mark cried out as he charged into battle with the spirit Mutasects. The others followed soon after.

Back in the karaoke bar, the machine had finally been freed up enough for Dawson and Carrie to have heir competition. Dawson had brought his lad friend up to perform with him, for reasons that were initially unclear. However, once they began their act, Carrie could see why. Dawson was not a good singer, with the eye candy basically just there to make him look better by comparison. Nonetheless, Carrie had to sit and wait as they butchered their current number.

"I've got chiiillssss, they're multiplying. And I'm losing control. There's a power, you're supplying. It's electrifying."

"You'd better shape up. 'Cause I need a man. To my heart I must be true."

As soon as their awful performance was over, Dawson and his bimbo sat down next to Carrie, as he flirtatiously slapped her on the back. "You're up, darling.", he said. Try not to screw up too badly."

Carrie, clearly not pleased with his statements, went up to the man operating the machine. "Do you have anything from Japan?", she asked. She figured the best way to win over the crowd was to sing something foreign, since most of them would register it as "cooler". Plus it would show that chauvinist hack what a real singer could do.

"As a matter of fact, I have a few.", the man replied. Carrie went over his collection, before settling on one that seemed easy. She then went to stand on the stage as the crowd calmed down from the last performance.

"Ladies and gentleman. And Private Dawson.", she said into the mike. "I'm going to be performing a piece from the country my mother's family came from." She then started doing slight dance movements as the music pumped up. " Hitomi no oku ni moeru honoo. Supaaku shitara tomaranai wa…."

Back in the other dimension, Mark and his friends were still struggling against their revived opponents. "Give it up, Rangers.", Predictra laughed. "You're in a world of dreams, where the rules of reality don't apply. You don't have your powers here."

"You may be right there.", Mark admitted. "But you're forgetting one thing. In a dream, the dreamer makes the rules!" He then let out a heroic cry, which summoned his bracelet onto his wrist. "All I need to do is believe in myself." He then pressed his bracelet, calling out "Let's Fly!" Then through the power of his sheer will, Mark was morphed into the Red Ranger. The others soon followed suit, calling upon their powers to manifest and morphing into their Ranger identities, but not before Mark had already taken a beating from the four Mutasects.

"How are you able to morph? This is impossible!", Gaminator cried out.

"Like my brother said, this is a world of our design.", Lulu said in response. "And we decided to redesign the rules to fit our liking."

Predictra was not happy to see this. "Get them, my soldiers."

But before any of them could attack, Mark and Wayne decided to simply assemble their Hyper Cannons, with Steven and Lulu doing likewise. "Fire!" The Rangers all fired their beams, surrounding the 4 monster in smoke.

Predictra decided to dissipate into energy. "Let's see how weak these monsters are with my power." The energy became invisible, as the smoke cleared to reveal that Crystallia, Drain Brain, Noodler and Gaminator were now giant sized.

"They can still go big in this world.", Steven asked.

"If that's the case, the we'll just pull out our big guns.", Mark said, as he spoke into his communicator. "Falcon Corde!"

Wayne did likewise with his. "Icarus Megazord!"

The two robots appeared in the dreamscape, with two rangers going in each. Mark and Lulu went inside the Falcon. "Falcon Megazord, online!"

Wayne and Steven manned the Icarus. "Icarus Megazord, online!"

The two robots began battling their 4 opponents. The two began by going after Crystallia and Gaminator, with the Falcon executing a series of flips to land hits. The Icarus then went after Noodler and Drain Brain, delivering slashes and an impaling attack on Drain Brain that knocked them down.

"Scratch Break!" The Falcon used its claws to cut through Crystallia's body.

"Icarus Slash!" The Icarus then performed its usual finisher on Gaminator. The two Mutasects collapsed and exploded, now vanquished for good.

"You think you're so great.", Predictra's voice echoed. "Well let's see how you handle this." Noodler and Drain Brain turned into balls of light, which entered the Icarus and rendered Wayne and Steven unconscious. (This has the effect of the two waking up in reality, much to their concern.)

It's pilots now gone from the dream world, the Icarus came to life under the control of Predictra's phantoms and launched its attacks on the Falcon, eventually knocking it to the floor. The possessed robot then prepared to land the finishing blow.

"We're not done yet.", Mark called out. He had the Falcon move out of the way at the last second and fire a beam at a nearby reflective surface. The beam redirected at the Icarus, damaging it and exorcising the two monsters. "Now let's not have that happen again." The two began entering their combination code.

Miracle Falcombine!

Ultimate Action Shift, On! Hawk Flier! Condor Zoom! Owl Jet! Swan Sonic! Swallow Plane! Falcon Corde! Birdonic Ultrazord! Take Off! Go, Go, GO!

Now assembled, the Ultrazord then began beating down the two monsters. "Let's finish these freaks again.", Lulu declared. "Black Hole Crusher!" The twin beam surrounded Noodler and Drain Brain, crushing their souls into nothingness. "Can we go home now?"

"Well since this is a dream, all we have to do is wake up."

Back in the karaoke bar, Carrie and Dawsons' contest had come to an end. The applause-o-meter had registered that Carrie was the clear winner here. "Well, I admit defeat.", Dawson said. "Ask whatever you want of me."

"Ok then.", Carrie prepared to ask her question. "What about the name "Steven Hartford" gets you so upset?"

"Steven Hartford was my best friend. He and I joined up to fight overseas at the same time. He pushed me out of the way of a land mine and well…." Dawson then pulled out a photo of himself with another man. "Whoever your friend is, he's NOT Steven Hartford."

Sure enough, the other man in the picture looked totally different from the man Carrie had been looking after for two years. He was skinnier, blonder and more importantly, Caucasian. "My friend only knew his name from the dog tags they found him with.", Carrie mused. "But how did he end up at a minefield post-explosion?" Carrie realised that this wasn't going to be easily solved anytime soon.

Back on the Dominion ship, Fwelf walked into Algrin's quarters. He had already cleaned out all traces of the late Queen's prior residence in the room. "Thanks to that body you gave me, I've created a new wave of super-soldiers. We won't be needing the Bio-Roids any more. And Princess Halatia is going out to collect the animal DNA for our Hybrasect experiments."

"I trust you didn't come in here simply to give a newspaper sales pitch.", Algrin said in response.

"Oh no, I've brought you this, my Lord." Fwelf held out a flask of a bubbling liquid. "I derived this from the Queen's blood. It should stabilise your Berserker Mode, meaning that you can maintain the transformation without tiring out."

Algrin smiled. "Give it to me." Fwelf obliged, with Algrin subsequently taking a large swing of the broth. After downing the complete contents, he dropped the flask, convulsing until he transformed into his Berserker Mode. Only this felt more powerful than his main form, as it should do. "Oh yes. This feels so right.", he declared with a thunderous voice.