My dream world is one of only redheaded girls with freckles. And me. We are all immortal, and by magical means we do not need to worry about taking care of anything. Food appears because we want it. We can go wherever. There are no consequences for anything. We can all eat our hearts out, drink excessively, and chain smoke without ill health effects. But none of the girls smoke, only me. And it doesn't even leave a foul odor.

All of the girls are shy and soft spoken. They get nervous around me, and probably around eachother.

Whenever I like, I can torture any girl. They will are ways be terrified, but never bitter. I can do with them whatever I please... remove nails, crush their feet, and gouge their eyes. With no consequences... when our torture session is ended, the girl goes back to normal.

When I am not torturing anyone, I am conducting the girls in a choir. We are all atheists, but we perform old sacred music. When we need their voices, nondescript men with excellent voices appear to fill the tenor and bass. They disappear when we are not performing.

My favorite girl is pale and thin, with an abundance of freckles and green eyes. She is a solo soprano.