The Nomad Chronicles

I get up to go to the bathroom.

In the semidarkness, I see a strange reflection of an Indian man... don- I turn. There is no one there. I look at my hands. They look like vines. What a weird dream. I do a nose pinch RC in the mirror. I start to cough and hack out rotten leaves. Ok, this is really weird. I walk away from the mirror. "Epic nose pinch RC fail," my reflection says. I run back to the mirror. My reflection is breathing through his nose with his hand pinching it. He starts bobbing his head to silent dubstep.

"WTF IS THAT?"

The wave of the future BEEYOTCH! SILENT MUSIC! PURE SUBSONIC!

My reflection is in SOHO dancing to silent dubstep.

The music comes ripples the mirror.

don Juan is now in the mirror, on an African plain. The elephants are communicating subsonically. He charades turning a volume knob on his ear. I turn my Babelfish on. I can hear the subsonic waves! The elephants are singing. They are talking about space travel. They say Earth is actually a biological space ship. We are only in a stationary orbit relative to the Sun. It's the Sun's orbit that's important, because it will take us to the other side of the galaxy eventually.

The elephants say we are fools.

A lion tries to attack a baby elephant. The mother elephant grabs the lion around the neck, and steps on its head and trumpets. There is a war between the elephants and the lions.

Now, I am witnessing a space war between anthro elephants and lions. Focus on on dream.

don Juan and I are in my bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. We both look like ghosts. He is laughing heartily with his arm around my shoulders.

"Aha, nagual, you are so confused! Let me clear things up for you."

He wipes the mirror. It ripples. He grabs my hand, and sucks me through. The wormhole folds in on me. I am terrified. I feel claustraphobic. "You don't need to breathe in dreams!" I scream in my mind.

"I AM GOING TO WAKE UP, ASSHOLE."

"You can't, you are in delta sleep. If you wake up in ten seconds of waking life, it will be ten minutes of delta dreams. So, you got ten minutes to deal with your pansy ass claustraphobia. I scream and inhale the wormhole. I can't breathe. I cough out the wormhole. It's a ball of dark energy with a silvery metal folded in it. I swat it away like a fly. It bounces off the end of the universe, and comes back at me, a flaming rolling meteor enwreathed in black smoke. A devilish face speaks out of the meteor. "I am The Devil, I am Gawn, I am the father of the Zero God."

He speaks to me in a devillish growly guttural language. I morph into Deathgawn and crack my neck.

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He puts a leash on my neck, and I morph into a hellhound. Gawn and I go through a portal. He tells me we are hunting for the ones who attack Asuka.

We are in a forest. I snuffle the leaves. They people smell sweaty and fearful. I salivate and growl. I open a portal, and leap through it, Gawn trailing.

We are in a large wooden lodge. There is a strange men's cult with an elk's head on the left side, and a boar's head hanging on the right. The men are wearing red robes with golden crosses on them. They have small red round hats on. They stage area looks like the stuff in a Catholic church.

Asuka is tied to a cross. They call her Mother Mary, Goddess of the New Moon. Asuka looks like she is trying to hide her fear with annoyance. The High Priest in the center says he is about to drink of Asuka's blood. He removes a hood to reveal MoSh. His eyes grow into swirls. I lunge at MoSh. He teleport-dodges. I moprh into my Shadow Beast Self, and shoot astral tentacles at him. As I touch him, I realize it's nothing like MoSh. It's not even sentient. I am confused. I look up at Asuka, and she is laughing at me. She seems to have no sentience, but...

Whose dream characters are attacking me?

I break out of the dream. It was shaped like a cyndrilical prism. I am in the Colloseum in the Outer Lands. MoSh and Asuka were creating a joined Consuming Illusion.

But, it's not them... it's projections my my mind? WHAT THE FUCK.

Then I am watching don Juan watching one of his dreams in his bathroom mirror. He is me in the dream. "Oh look at my silly dream characters. At least I am real!" He chuckles to himself.

I scream and punch the back of his head. My hand passes through.

"You can't do that on the astral plane," don Juan says.

"NOTHING IS REAL!" I scream in frustration.

"Exactly right. But, also, everything is. The only thing that does not exist is that which cannot be percieved. But, All has the power to concieve All, therefore, all is real. Also, Nothing is real, because you can conceive it. One day you may actually be able to perceive Nothing, but in this lifetime, it's really just an idea."

don Juan turns into a genie and disappears in a puff of smoke.

I am alone in the Sahara desert near the Great Pyramids.

"This is where it begins," I hear a voice from the clouds.