The Nomad Chronicles

I am walking in the cold woods of North America, dropping petals on the ground.

MoSh is waking behind me in a green and white robe. "YO LISTEN UP. PREPARE YE THE WAY OF THE LORD BITCHES."

We walk to a slope in the woods near a dirt road. People gather around to listen.

"HEAR YE HEAR YE THE WORD OF THE LORD LOL-JESUS."

"Yes, it is as you say. Thank you for the weird introduction, Nomad the Baptist. I have something to tell you people. You are all dreaming. Beyond that, you are dreaming still. You are in fact, always dreaming, always eternal, so I know you may be going through a hard time right now, as many of us are, but it's just a passing nightmare. Also, love is the most important things."

MoSh opens his hands, and a bunch of baby dinosaurs with wings carrying flowers fly out of him. They nestle in people's arms. It's cute, yet creepy.

MoSh and I look at each other, and just laugh our asses off.