DreamMaster27

A little context before we begin. I am a professional didgeridoo player, often performing in front of crowds of thousands. From the Australian Outback, to the Sahara Desert, I have played many a venue. On this night, I was walking alone through the 4th Astral Dimension, which took the form of a wasteland. It was a cold night, like the time I'd spent in the desert. I've never felt cold like that in a dream before.

Then, I realised I had my didgeridoo, so I took it out and began to play. Within minutes, grass sprouted from the ground, and life seemed to seep into the surroundings. Trees grew and birds began to sing as I played. Then, it happened. My soulmate entered the realm, and I sat there dumbfounded. "You must not stop playing," she whispered quietly in the moonlight. As I had stopped playing, the trees had begun to wilt around me. I started up the tune again, and life resumed.

The sun rose and then she sat beside me as the world began to grow. I couldn't speak to her without ceasing my song, but I knew she was as content as I was to sit there in silence. Soon, we would join together. A stream began to flow through the forest I had grown, and we basked in its cool waters. I knew that if I stopped playing, the dream would end, but I knew the girl would like to see a different kind of didgeridoo at some point. I decided I would take my chances, so I ceased the song.

She stared at me with a look of distaste, but a look of longing. The dream faded....