The Nomad Chronicles

I am sitting in a waiting room. I instantly know I am on another planet. [I]Look at your hands... eleven fingers. Eleven perfectly shaped normal looking fucking fingers- no wait= 10? Nine... Shit. Okay, there is some hot alien chick with kind of a purple bird head walking in front of you. But, she looks completely fucking real and detailed. SHIT SHIT SHIT. Ok! Wait... this is because I had that Blur Lens removed finally... or I am really here? Is this like an OBE... or is my dream body here? Was I abducted? Yes! It worked!!! AHHAAHA

SHIT! IF I am on an alien planet, I AM FUCKED. What the hell do I do to survive? They are going to eat my brain![/I]

I look around the room. I am sitting on slightly worn bright green furniture which curves around a room with no straight lines. We are either underwater, or they have aquariums that look like windows. I see fish swimming about. All the people in the room are different types of anthromorphs.

Everything is so vivid, I just accept I am on another planet.

The bird-woman is the Russian woman, I somehow know. "Fuck, I have to pee," I tell her.

"No you don't. Stop being silly, and morph into something more respectable than a babboon. We don't like sapiens here!"

I morph into a zebra. She laughs. She walks over to me, and licks my face. I feel her telepathically communicate with me. "This is a dream, and this is real. This is a real place, you are really here. You do have a lot of your dream powers here, but not all. You are somewhat limited, because you are in the astral plane of another dimension, which is actually a physical dimension to some beings that perceive it as such. This being so, you must be cautious in your actions in this "dream," because this is a [I]real dream.[/I] Do you understand?"

I sigh, and exhale, "Yes, I know."

"Alright, just remain calm. We are going to meet the mayor."

We are ushered by a rusty orange robot on one wheel to the mayor's office. It looks amazing. We are inside a giant steel and glass sphere in the middle of the ocean. A single walkway ends at a small circle in the center with a desk on it. There are no railings. The sphere is hundreds of feet across.

"Welcome, to the Ocean of Hollow Earth." He floats to us in midair. Then, I realize I can also levitate. We all are. An astral tentacle snakes out of his third eye, and taps mine. He gives me a telepathic download. He is an ancient being, and understands how corrupt and dark he can be, as the universe itself can be harsh and cruel. He turns me to a mirror in a dark place, and forces me to look at my Shadow Self. I vomit in disgust. I hear a strange voice shouting at me to embrace the darkness. I tie a bandanna over my eyes. I see my Shadow Self perfectly, but nothing else. He stands out even darker against the pitch black dark void. I lunge toward him, and consume him. He leaps out of my mouth.

I turn into pure light, and draw him into me, then we spin into a yin-yang. The spinning stops... and I am at peace.

I am back in the strange sphere, lying on my back. I am a rakshasa, a lion man, now.

He shows us a game preserve. He says he built this in case there is some catastrophe, such as nuclear war on the Crust which may affect the beings of Hollow Earth.