Sometimes the worlds he dreamed of were so wildly different from his own that Madara mistook them for nightmares or flights of fancy. Surely there didn 't actually exist a universe in which he fought crime using his own magically extending hair? The mere thought of it was ridiculous enough for him to chalk it up to not sleeping as many hours at he should. Other nights he would see worlds of horror in which his body was twisted beyond recognition or even strange other versions of his own world where he had followed a different path from the one he was on, made different decisions that changed the course of the future.