He floated above all the dreams, glancing through them, looking for his next victim. Whether they died or lived was not his concern. he would pause everyone in a while, stir a little trouble, then off to the next dream he went. something was pulling him toward a group he rarely bothered.
Very gently he ran his claw over the cluster and plucked one out seemingly at random. Inspecting it, It was the dream of someone who no longer wished to be where they were, a poor desperate soul, with many fears.
Perfect for his next game.
He smirked at the thought before diving in to the dream.