The Nomad Chronicles

I was playing a tornado game with a bunch of dreamers. Everyone tries to suck everyone out of the playing field into portals overhead.

My team won. We were like gladiators. We fought with weapons now, with tornadoes whirling around us, then weapons and magic, then, hi tech weapons and magic. My team was owning, then we kept getting pwned by the same team: TEAM GAWN.

These big devil bastards grinned at us at spat acid. You really want to fuck with us? We are the Sons Of Gawn. I said, "Fuck yeah, bitches. I like the spicy taste of devilflesh." We roared at each other, and had one last match. I morphed into a devilman myself, but, I was badass-iest! I had six horse legs, a snake tail, and a mane of flame down my back. The leader of the other team transformed into a blue flaming minotaur, and we clashed heads, locking horns. There is a great explosion.

Q yells. DRAW.

We buy them all drinks in the City of Nowhere at one of the Bars. The club is amazing. I can't believe I am in a dream, yet, I am surrounded by mythical beasts. This dude with yellow cat eyes, and a red devil face wearing a pink and black suit says, "Ey buddy, you talking to yourself?" Then I realize it's me looking in the mirror.

I stare at myself for five minutes. My face doesn't change. Okay, this is a dream. This dude walks in the bathroom, "But, it feels so real," he says smugly. He has purple skin, and kind of a fishy face.

"Hey who the fuck are you, man?"

"I'm your dream guide, idiot. Don't you recognize me?" He morphs into many forms. I then realize he's in literally all my dreams.

"So, tell me what the hell is going on, Xaphor!"

"You are actively lucid dreaming. You are remembering your dreams exactly as you dream them. Everything is now crystal clear in the remembering. Ever since you drank that Lucidi-Tea mixed with the Vivid-ity."

"So why do I not usually dream like this."

"The reality is quite the opposite: you always dream like this. You only remember blurry. You know what it is: a filter you installed so you would not get obsessed with dreams. Now that your life is more balanced as a result of cycling the power, you are ready for this type of real remembering.

We are suddenly sitting on a cliff near a huge waterfall. It's gorgeous.

All of this, you made, in the Land of Nod. Your dream body, everyone's dream body, does so much more than the waking mind can even comprehend. When you can be aware of all planes at all times, then, you are full of power. This requires great effort, along with non-effort. Please do not try to hard, or get disappointed if your subconscious grows the filter back. Just remember... remember your dreams... and remember... I love you... I love you... Nomad...

I see Xaphor and I in other dimensions, as brothers, friends, enemies, lovers, mothers, it's all so weird, but fascinating...

"Well, it's only parallel versions of us," I tell myself.

Xaphor and I fall asleep on a cloud. He merges with me, and I become a red dragonman.