The Nomad Chronicles

I watch a bunch of dreamers as they move through their dreams. They stay still, and their dreams move around them. They spin to change the scene, or to go to a different location. I notice people sniff others a lot. I have never noticed it before. Everything looks like a cartoon.

Then, I see energy trails like scents. I realize we are sniffing energy.

Everything is black.

I smell saltwater. I hear ocean waves. I regain my sight. I am standing on a beach with grey sand somewhere in Ireland. I see a lady in a white dress looking out to sea. I feel she is very sad. "Raven?"

She turns to me. She has a rotten skull face. I recoil in horror. The entire dream writhes with parasites and innards. I feel nauseous. I teleport into a microscopic size. I fly through the walls of the dream. It's a cube. There is a creepy boy in a science lab levitating the dream between his hands.

At this point the dream explodes, and becomes nearly indescribable.

Smashed bubbles... Dreams within dreams.... losers winning...