Julius, I want to tell you of my dream last night.
When I describe it to you, it will fill you with fright.
From what I saw, I must tell you to beware.
In my dream, your blood was spilling everywhere.
With your military campaigns, you did very fine.
You made yourself a name from Britain to Palestine.
The patrician senators want you to believe they are your friends.
However, the façade they present abruptly ends.
They fear their power is ebbing away.
You will assume absolute power someday.
The senators don’t want this to become reality.
As any other man, you are vulnerable to mortality.
Please my lord, don’t go to the senate today.
Avoid those conspirators and live to see another day.