In my dream, the ballroom was full of elegantly dressed men and women. They danced in a circle beneath the crystal chandeliers; the orchestra played the waltzes of the masters.
Men and women alike kept an eye on the other dancers and their charms. There was much deceit in the room, glances and hidden smiles all around. Sometimes a couple would walk out of the circle holding hands. Everyone would stop and applaud: most in sincere joy, some in admiration, a few in barely disguised envy. All of them smiling.
They were spinning from early morning till the dead of night. Beneath their feet the varnish cracked with wear. To the side lay the corpses of all those who had danced for too long.
Round and round and round they went.