The Nomad Chronicles

MONTULU, THE GREAT DESTROYER OF NOTHING!

I am Montulu, the Great Destroyer of Nothing. I am a giant monster inside my Temple of Nothing on the Green Moon. I grow a beacon out of my head, a beautiful green and gold light. “I AM THE GREAT MONTULU, DESTROYER OF NOTHING. I SUMMON THEE!”
I shoot a dark energy beam to earth to draw dreamers to me.
I see many. I morph into Juargawn, my cat beast self, and am a little angelic and demonic. Atras waves his arms and runs to me. “Hey man. I think I did it? Did I? Is this real? Is this a dream?”
“What do you think?”
“Well everything looks real,” he says doing a nose pinch RC.
“No... wait- I am dreaming. What are you doing in my dream? Is this a shared dream? Is this your dream? Are we in Mexico? Are you an alien? Why do all the people look like animals and aliens and superheroes? Why does that guy look like a talking plant? I am so confused! What is going on? This is amazing! Am a dreaming?” he says looking at his hands. He skin begins to change to a sky blue. “Oh my god!” he disappears.
Windhover appears standing next to me. We are leaning on staffs looking out at all the people. She is wearing a thick white robe with light green on the inside. She has a white wooden staff with leaves growing out of it. She seems tall and very ancient, like an elf queen that has lived for thousands of years, and has very slow emotional changes.
“How long do you think it will take, until we realize we are always dreaming, Nomad?”
“Lifetimes, probably, but at that point, we’ll finally have evolved into full awareness of the fourth and fifth dimensions, and we can exist in all five simultaneously in complete harmony.”
“Hm.. that makes sense.”
She suddenly morphs into a tall woman that looks half Asian and half white wearing a business suit. She sits down at a desk and starts drawing. I create some holograms which dance across the desk. “What is that?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s my visual DJ. I keep this in my dreams to help me remember things I want to draw.”
“What’s this?” she asks, referring to the holograms.
“That’s me, that’s MoSh, that’s Raven, that’s you, that’s Xaphor.... look...”
She looks at the holograms and claps her hands.
“How silly and amusing!”
“Oh, pardon me, I said that in Korean, and yet... I perceive you understood me?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“That is how things work in dreams. I am allied with an entity that translates all languages. I take the Babelfish from my ear, and it morphs into a fairy. She divides herself in two, one green, and one red. The red one flies to Windhover, and flies around her head.
“Hello, Fairy! I am waking up. Bye Nomad!”
I bow to her as she fades.
Raven flies down on a broom. “Hey Nomad? What are you doing? I was at Hogwarts. My students, some of them have greatly accelerated and are teaching me things. They have learned how to dimensional travel.”
“That is amazing.”
“Oh, I went to Denn, kicked some orc ass, then I told them, hey, be cool, why don’t we have some brownies and red wine with the humans and such. I infected them with a love virus. It was awesome.”
We high five and laugh.
“So is this shared dream project thing... oh, look at all the dreamers!”
There are many people below running around like ants. Some are building things, some are battling.
“Hey, you!” I shout. “All of you!” They look up at me. “You are all dreaming!”
Most of them do RC’s, and a lot of them wake up. A few of them run up the pyramid. I see Loaf standing in the corner looking up at the sky in silence.
Atras runs up the pyramid, and speaks to me out of breath.
“Oh my God, Nomad, I did the go back to bed thing. I re-entered. Did I remember the dream though?”
“I don’t know. Did you write it down?”
“No? I don’t know.” Atras smacks his head.
‘Why don’t you relax and enjoy the dream?”
Atras sits down and looks at the dreamscape. Flying cars and flying saucers flit about over the jungle canopy as the sun sets on the City of Nowhere.
“It is pretty amazing,” Atras says.
I smile and walk to Loaf. “I like this world. The other wold sucks. It’s a piece of shit.”
“I know how you feel,” I say.
Raven stands next to us, and we silently share healing energy as the sun goes down, and the earth rises.

I am a giant monster disguised as a mountain outside the forest of Denn. I have great tentacles which grow underground like roots. I stick the tips up out of the earth, and make orcs appear. The orcs muck about, and begin chopping trees, hunting rabbit, and digging for roots, mushrooms, and grubs. Some elves ride up on horses and they battle.
My DC’s are awesome. I make the elves and orcs vanish. I make them appear again. Oh, my this is fun. I feel like a godly Jabba the Hut for some reason. I clap my tentacles together, and toss a frog in my mouth. Tastes like chicken. Gross! I hate chicken. I spit the frog out, and turn it into brocolli. Much better.
“I am the great Montulu!” I rumble. “I am the great Dark Underbelly Creature Monster Death Thing of the Land of Aud. I am all nightmares and all fairy tales. Oh shit! Someones in the Tavern.”
I teleport my consciousness down a tentacle, and into the tavern. Okay... Now it’s name is “Crunchy Peanut Bottom?” It has a picture of a peanut shaped like an ass, with a dude giving the thumbs up sign. WTF? Whatever. I morph into the bartender, and nonchalantly whistle as I wipe the counter down. Hmm... that beer looks good. I pour myself a beer, and drink it. Omigod. It tastes perfect. I forget why I am there. I hear a fist slam on the counter behind me. “Service!” a female voice demands. I am startled and spit out my beer. I see the other Raven, the White Ninja Raven smirking at me amusedly. She chuckles and grabs my beer.
“Which one of you schmucks is worthy enough to fight by my side in battle? I challenge you to a a duel!” She downs the beer, and passes out. I catch her. An assassin shoots her in the chest. She wakes up and pulls the arrow out. “Hey! Who just shot me? I am going to kick your little punk ass, bitch!” She teleports outside, and I grab on to her cape. We are floating in the air, and there is a monkey ninja pirate throwing red barrel of monkey toys at us. Except the toys are bladed. Some of the blades slice us up for a second. Ninja Raven teleports behind the monkey, and slices him in the back of the head, all the way down to his tail, about an inch deep. The monkey screams in anger and teleports away. I morph into a wraith samurai enwreathed in violet flame. “Who the fuck are you?” Raven says.
“Silent Death. I am the Owl King.”
I bilocate, and send one of my bodies above the battle. I attack the monkey from the front and back. It screeches, and I rip the fabric of time and space, and shove the little bastard in. The Cusp appears out of a portal with an armful of flying pirate monkey ninjas. Each monkey becomes a flock. I summon swarms of tiny orcs riding on beetles to counterattack. “What the hell? A friend of yours?” says Ninja Raven. The Cusp waves, and leaps back into the portal. All the monkeys fall to the ground and dissipate.
“Haha! I didn’t even need to summon these orcs,” I say, summoning an army of orcs. Ninja Raven instantly multiplies herself and kills them all.

Nightwalker

I am in my apartment. I am dreaming. How did I get here. I feel a creepy presence. I turn, and I see it’s just my reflection. Just a seven foot tall lanky demon in the mirror. I scratch my chin. Oh, hey that’s me. That’s right. Nightmare time. MUHAHHAAHA!
I summon seven mirrors. Each one has a different Self or version of me... Timelyst Knight, my Future Self Lord of Knight, the immortal android from the future, with an adamantium body, and symbiote armor. Soulkyst, my Vampire Self, with pale lavendar skin, and long white hair. 3Juargawn, my Beast Self, God of Nothing, the Jaguar-Man. Peter Pan, my Inner Child, who resides in my Inner World, NeverWonderHell. I see the other mirrors changing into different forms... Solgawn, the Minotaur from another dimension, Deathgawn, my Demon Self...

Aha, my Angel Self! How profane! I pull my angel self out of the mirror like a suit, and become an angeldemon. I writhe in pain as my angel helmet burns into my flesh before finally fusing with my skull. I wield the Flaming Sword of Michael, and it burns itself into my hand. I scream it pain as it fuses to my hand. Feathery bat wings grow out from my back. My skin is half red, and half covered in tiny white feathers. I feel like I am going to vomit. I spin around, and the dream changes. I am in Hades. Gawn is sitting upon the throne of Hades. He is continuing a conversation, gesturing in disgust to an animal in a cage next to me. “...and furthermore, I have no energy to feed it, unless you would like it to feast upon you. So- what have we here? Nomad?”
For some reason, I am about three feet tall. I bend over and cough.
“Stand up, you!”
I stand before Gawn the Dream Warrior Master, my father-in-law, and look him in the eyes, with one yellow eye, and one red.
“Holy shit. You actually did it. You’re one crazy fucking bastard, man. I give you that. I definitely give you that. Holy fucking shit. Hey, that’s what I name your angeldevil demonangel whatever form: Holy Shit. HAHAH. FUCK YES. YOU LOOK FUCKING CRAZY. LOOK IN A MIRROR.” He summons a mirror.
I kind of look like Two-Face, but, angel and demon.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Nomad?”
“We are all one, Father-In-Law.”
“Oh, there are no laws, cut the bullshit, son. lol.”
“So, you thought, ‘oh, hey, I am a badass. I am going to infect the Hive Mind with the Ultimate Coolness. Since we are all one, I will just prance through the Dream Plane as an angeldemon doing the work of Gawn?”
“Something like that, Your Honor,” I cough.
“Someone give this man a drink of water, or hm.. pomegranate juice, I heard he likes that. And don’t call me that, you little weird alien boy.”
“I grin,” I grin.
“And do stop narrating out loud everything you do.” DOH! “Now, walk with me through these cartoony purpley grey caverns, and we shall speak of dreams and other dimensions, but mostly... Nightwalkers.”
“Uh... what’s a Nightwalker?”
“You, apparently.”
“Is that like a Nightstalker?”
“No! Nightstalkers are ignorant demon posessed fools! Or infected children, or weak minds, poor things. Nightwalkers are a different breed. You will see.” Gawn leads me to a giant door with letters carved in the purpley grey rock: NIGHTWALKERS in yellow letters. There is a note nailed to the door which reads: If you like be one Nightwalker, take an application to the left of the signe. If not, go away. After you take the application, throw it away, because you are not fit to be a Nightwalker. Lol.
Sincerely,
The Nightwalkers
P.S. I’ll haunt your fuckin dreams, bitch.

I then realize the door is Wounded Paw, the Native American Dreamwalker I saw in my dream so long ago. “WOUNDED PAW!” I shout. He morphs into a human and grins at me. He creates a portal, and we walk through together. We walk up a flight of stairs. The stairs rumble then grow slippery, which I ignore, until they feel like living flesh beneath my feet. Gross. Eyeballs roll down next to me. Then, a river of blood, pus, and vomit. I begin to smell it. I summon a clip over my nose.
“Okay, this doesn’t scare me, it just grosses me out.”
“FUCK YOU! YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!” Wounded Paw grabs me by the throat, and shoves me into a dream where I am in an insane asylum, trapped in a straightjacket. I want to do an RC, but I can’t move my hands. Fuck. This must be real. Yeah, it looks real. How the fuck did I get here. Oh, right... dreams. I told too many people that I can do dream sharing. The government said I could either work for them, or they would drive me crazy. I ignored them. Little did I know they just made me look crazy, as a form of imprisonment. This is making me crazy! Being here, locked up. Goddammit. I should’ve never told anyone that I have been contacted by aliens. Of course those alien fuckwads are not going to save me. Fuck them. Shit shit shiT! AW SHIT.
Xaphor appears. “Dude, you are SO DREAMING.”
“No, I am not. I am going crazy, and you are a figment of my imagination.”
“STOP BEING AN IDIOT. WE HAVE THINGS TO DO. TAKE OFF YOUR COSTUME, AND LET’S GO, NOMAD.”
“Okay, I am just going to ignore you Mr. Figment. La la la...”
“Oh! You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, good he’s gone.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, I can’t see you.”
“Because I am invisible.’
“Soon, I am going to stop hearing you.”
“No.”
“La la la.. I am just here in this padded room by myself.”
“NO YOU ARE NOT! STOP TALKING LIKE A RAVING LUNATIC, AND LISTEN TO ME. THIS IS A GODDAMNED DREAM, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! AA! YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!”
“Whoah... that was really loud.. I actually felt the sound in my chest...”
“That’s because, I am real.”
“Are you a ghost?”
“No!” he shouts materializing in front of me. “I am your Dream Guide, he says, breathing hot dragon breath in my face. I feel like I just got sunburned. Ow...”
“Okay, this is obviously real, so how did I get here?”
Xaphor leaps upon my legs, and bites my face. I scream in pain, and writhe out of my straightjacket, ripping it off and Xaphor, flinging him across the room. He hits the wall and smiles. “That’s th spirit, Nomad. Now let’s kick some interdimensional ass.”
“Stop trying to make me sound crazy, demon!” I shout, becoming a demon zombie.
“Why are you morphing?”
“I don’t know, Xaphor.”
“You are in Nightwalker School.”
“Holy shit! I forgot.’
“Yes. Epic PHAIL! on your part. Looks like Wounded Paw is not going to hire you.”
“Dude, I don’t even know what a Nightwalker is. Gawn doesn’t tell me shit! It’s annoying.”
“You should trust him. He is the Dream Warrior Master.”
“I do trust him, but that has nothing to do with being curious.”
“Maybe he doesn’t think you are ready.”
“What is a Nightwalker, Xaphor? No riddles.”
“You made it up.”
“Oh... uh... no I didn’t! What the fuck?”
“A Nightwalker is a dream invader, a Nightmare Inducer. A Nightwalker induces two types of nightmares for two different reasons. One nightmare is the Adventure Nightmare. A Nightwalker will invade the dream of a non-lucid dreamer to induce lucidity and recall through fear or amazement. The other type is Pure Vengeance. In this type of Nightmare, the Nightwalker will invade the dreams of an evil person, to avenge the victims of their evil deeds. These dreams are the ones in your Hidden DJ that you have in your dreams.” Xaphor reads from a book.
“Uh, what is that book?”
“Your book.”
“What’s the name?”
“Dreamwalking: Oneiromancy for the New Millennium.”
“Kind of long.”
“Meh.”

missing time

I am in a dojo. I am learning basic martial arts. “Time to get back to the basics, Nomad. Time to have lucid dreams in Alpha State. Valerian, Choline, use whatever aid you can. Melatonin, vitamins... just do it all. nothing is cheating. Mother Earth provides us with such things for dreaming. Electronics are machines made by man’s mind. Amazing. Do not fear of relying on such devices. When the time comes for you to become a cyborg, choose wisely a company known for quality, such as Yamaha.
As soon as he says “Yamaha,” I lunge at him, knowing he must be some Templar fuckwad trying to infect my dreams with Consumerism. “FUCK YOUR PRODUCT PLACEMENT, BITCH!” I shout, as I leap upon his chest, and beat his ass. It’s Gawn. “It’s Gawn.” I stand up.
“Yes, I know who I am. You don’t have to tell me, idiot.”
“”Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud?”
Gawn rolls his eyes. “Actually, the founder of Yamaha is an avid lucid dreamer, who dreams about quality, and perfection. He plays every saxaphone, drives every motorcycle in his dreams after the engineers come to him with their designs. He has taught his top designers to lucid dream. In fact, its a requirement for all lead engineers of Yamaha to be able to lucid dream at will.”
“Are you serious.”
“Yes.”
“So, are you saying I should work for Yamaha?”

“No, I am just saying when you buy your cyborg parts for your body, look for a company with a reputation for quality. Wake up! You are dreaming.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Thanks. Oh wow. I am. Gawn, I have to wake up, an write this down.”

“Do it.”

I am sitting with MoSh in a kind of trashy house. We are playing poker, drinking and smoking cigarettes at a card table. Asuka is doing dishes. There are some kids playing in the next room. MoSh is overweight, and looks pale and tired. He suddenly stands up, overturning the table and says, “Fuck this dream!”
“Fuck this whole Inner World!”
He destroys all the illusion, until it’s pure energy. He takes a deep breath. We are all colored energy, so is everything. “It’s beautiful,” I say.
“I feel fine, I feel good. I can leave my Inner World like this. It feels like truth to me,” he says.
“Okay,” I smile. ”
“Now, lets go into those tunnels.”
We teleport into a great cavern. “Of course our archetypes take over this meme here,” MoSh says. “Just like in waking life... One person sees a tool, another one sees a weapon, but it’s just a rock.”
“Right. Interesting.”
“So, because this is not my Inner World, we are not in an Energy Place, we are in a Cave, but on Earth, if we said we were in a Cave, it truly would be, but it also is a place of pure energy.”
“That makes sense.”
Suddenly MoSh turns into a Green Mage. He has a white staff with a claw holding a glass orb with glowing lights in it. He points it to the center of Hollow Earth, and we go rocketing through the tunnels.
We step through an arch into a lovely garden. A Naga approaches with something in his hand. He blows sleeping powder on us, and says, “Go to sleep.”
We pass out in a field of poppies.

In this dream, I and dream friends are exploring with geologists and expert spelunkers, the Labyrinthe. We are called subterranauts, and mainstream society is now as interested in exploring The Labyrinthe as much as outer space. We also have camera crews with us, for publicity, of course. We build waystations in the caves along the way, and we travel for two months, before MoSh and I finally find ourselves tumbling down a strange slippery tube. At first I resist, then I realize I cannot, so I just go with the flow. Raven, a black moth, flies down after us. She has radio transmitters on her back. I end up a muddy mess in a huge cavern. I am surrounded by reptilians off different colors. Torches are dimly lit. They hiss at us derisively.
One of them wearing a headress which looks like its made of dried gills of some amphibian points at me with a strange staff with a skull on of a human.


“What business do you have in The Labyrinthe, Surface Dweller? Do you think you can so easily contact your allies in the Inner Earth? First you must sojourn through the Dead Lands.”

“What are the Dead Lands?”
“Here! Our Domain! You ignorant fools call this the Dead Lands, for all who enter here die.”
“Why do you kill everyone? Why not make peace?”
“You idiot. How can you survive in our world? You need the sun.”
“We have mastered genetic engineering. We can adapt to whatever we need to.”
“So you Imperial Surface Dwellers come to invade our world?” the leader asks menacingly.
“No, we come in peace, and for exploration. Our desire is for peaceful contact. We have made peace on the surface world, and have come here to spread it.”
“Lies!” shouts the shaman.
Suddenly, I am out of body, and I feel a parasite on the back of my neck. I send my silver centipedes to attack it from the inside, and rip it out, smashing it on the ground. I fall over coughing.
“Ah, you have wisdom to see you were infected, boy. Maybe we can talk.” Some of the Lizard People grumble quietly. I heal the wound, and stand up.
I bow. “I apologize, my lord.”
“I am no lord. We are all equals here. I merely have the most knowledge of your race.”
We have come here seeking friendship and wisdom, if you have it. Our world is at war, and the whole planet suffers because of our ignorance and waste.
“What you do has little to do with us. We have been here longer than you, and we will be here when your race is gone.”
“What can you do to help?”
“What can you do to help? You’re the human. You think they will listen to us? They won’t believe you. They will say you are crazy. Are you still going to tell them. What if they imprison you? Threaten your family?”
“Shit. You have a point there.”
“Listen, there will come a time when 80% of the human race will believe in other sentient life from other planets, or even this one, which of course makes so much more sense. This is the tipping point. Then, your race will be ready, and we will manifest. Begone!”
The lizard man makes a portal, and pushes us into it.

I vibrate, rolling around.... I leap up out of my body. AHA!

I AM DREAMING, AND I KNOW IT!


I am a minotaur surrounded by my Minotaur brethren. Daygawn?
“Yes, Solgawn, my brother. Tonight, we shall battle on the GREEN MOON!”
“Who shall we battle?”
“All.”
All the minotaurs are masters of different elements... fire, earth, water, wind, light, dark, and love. We step outside. My yard... is as big as a park. There is a large matte black craft shaped like a predatory bird outside. We board.
One of the female minotaurs is hitting on me, and I like it. I guess because I am a minotaur.

The ship opens a portal, and we fly into the wormhole. Astral parasites try to stick to it, but they get electrocuted, and burn off. The Wyrm laughs.

We arrive hovering above the Colloseum in the Outer Lands. There are a whole bunch of people randomly fighting below. They point at the ship and stop fighting. We descend on small silver disks. “We are the Gods of War. And we have come to kick some ass!” I shout.
The warriors all cheer, and we leap down off of our disks, and cause earthquakes as we land. The warriors tumble about, and attack us.
It’s pure chaos. I am spinning two hand axes. I shoot them out, and bring them back. I feel invincible. I hear Raven saying something to me. I see there is some nightmare beast in the astral plane in her room. I make a portal, and bounce the fuck out.

Someone grabs my ankle as I go into the wormhole. I see it’s the female minotaur that was hitting on me. “I am your Selene, in another dimension, Solgawn. I am Moonlove.” We make out and spin in the wormhole. We arrive in Raven’s bedroom. She is asleep. Her astral self is backed into a corner, frozen with fear. There is some gross astral demon, like a slimy shadow in front of her. It gurgles something in some ancient dark speech.
I shoot an axe into its back, and it screams in fury, and tries to turn to me, but I yank on the chain, and plummet my hidden blade into its back, slicing down the ribs. It screams again in pain, and tells me I am going to burn in Hell. I wrap chains around its neck and torso, crushing it. My chain becomes a steel snake. I look into the eyes of the demon. I see fear hidden by anger.
“I am Hell.”
I cock my fist back, and my witchblade forms over my fist. Tiny hinged blades appear on my fist, and clack against the armor in anticipation. I growl, and spiders and centipedes crawl out of my mouth and cover my body. I begin to cry, as if in grief. The demon is confused. I laugh, and the demon is angered. “So weak, so easily manipulated.”
“I am evil incarnate,” says the demon.
“lol,” I respond.
“What?”
I plunge a rotting cyborg vampire fist into the demon’s face, then remove the silver disk on my chest, and suck the demon through the black hole on my chest into another dimension. I then notice Moonlove has formed a shield over Raven, and is healing her. “Oh, you too, Solgawn. Covered in dark energy. Gross.” She sends pink and red healing energy to me. My symbiote eats the rest. I see Hetfield standing in the corner.
“You are in 1982, Time Traveler.” I am shocked. “You summoned me. Therefore, the gods of rock and roll look down on you with favor. They have bestowed boons of thunder upon your very soul.” I look into Hetfield’s eyes, and I see the history of his soul... He was born the second son of Thor, god of thunder... Lightning is everywhere. I see him rock and roll through time eternal. He just gives me a knowing grin. “Your love for Raven, and desire to heal her soul, has brought you back to this time. See, this is the time when you were separate, after you rejected her as a Dream Character. You wanted to believe, but you were afraid you were crazy. Raven never thought you were crazy. But, that didn’t matter because you did, Ancient Sun.”



The words “Ancient Sun,” give me a flashback in my mind...
A tiny piece of a sun, solid light, spins out of a sun. “I am a soul!” it proclaims. “I am sentient! I am immortal! I will journey forth through this timeless place, and learn the mysteries of all! I love everything!” I realize I am that little light thing. I feel everything, every emotion in the universe... All the grief, pain, anger, desire, confusion, rage, passion, love, evil... It is all mine, and simultaneously belongs to nothing and no one... I am all, and nothing. I glow every color, and spin through the universe inhabiting beings to experience their being-ness.

“Raven often called you, but you refused to come... and then when the demons came, you couldn’t help. You wouldn’t accept help, and you wouldn’t fight. We let the monsters make you lucid, but still all you did was call out to Jesus. That would be you. When your love chakra burst open, your love for Raven opened your ears to hear her cry for help from the past. You are a Time Traveler, naturally, and this is what you will do. You will go into the past dreams of your close friends, and heal them and battle with them, from the future, just as your half-soul came to this timeline to help your friends, your family.”
Raven takes her hand away from her face, and looks around. She first looks at Hetfield, then Moonlove, then me. “You big minotaur-man. You remind me of Nomad. Are you his uncle... or...?”
“Something like that.”
“You are him. Hey, you’re from the future!” I can understand a lot of things adults talk about, you know. I am smart. So, don’t try to pull any fast ones. Nomad is not talking to me. He keeps telling me I am a figment of his imagination. IT SUCKS!” Raven starts crying. I kneel down and turn into my human self in my white desert clothes. She runs to me, and I hold her. She is so tiny at this age. “Can you please tell him? Tell him I’m real. You’re a Time Traveler, now we will Place Travel. Let’s go right now.”
“Okay!”
There are some little fairies hovering around Raven’s head. Raven holds my hand, and stands looking straight ahead. The fairies make a mirror portal. The mirror is blank. Raven says to the mirror: NOMAD!
My boy self appears on the mirror. (This is the age I went crazy for a year when the Greys contacted me in the forest.) I am trying to fend off a gang of imps with a cardboard shield and sword.
“Goddammit! Attack them boy! You can form greater weapons!” I urge my boy self. I turn into a great black warbeast, boar, jaguar, and wolf. Raven leaps upon my back, and summons a white and blue sword. Hetfield places a winged helmet on her head, and she grows angel wings. I roar, and Raven laughs. I leap into the mirror.

In the wormhole, I let my toungue hang out like a dog, as I glide on invisible currents to my past boy self. We descend from an epic sky portal on a silver disk, and alight on the ground in a cloud of dust before my boy self. Raven leaps off my back, and spins her sword into a double bladed staff. She grins, and lightning forms around her teeth. I growl, and my hackles raise. Some of the imps cower, other ones scowl at us. We attack. Raven becomes a white blur, and slices the demons in their guts. I run around and toss them around like a terrier tossing rats, breaking their evil necks. I summon the caduceus, and become an archangel. I summon my winged helm, and large angel wings grow out of back. I summon the flaming sword of Michael. I separate the sword into two, then levitate the swords vertically above my wrists, wielding them with invisible indestructible astral tentacles from my hand chakras. Fuck. Yes.
I whip the swords around like fucking toys. They slice through the demons like a hot knife through lard. An army of demons attacks us from all directions, swarming around us. I summom the Moonblade and toss it to my boy self. “NOMAD! WIELD THE MOONBLADE IT IS YOUR DESTINY!”
“But, I can’t-" my boy self says as he catches the blade. Suddenly, white light crawls over his body, then beams from his eyes. He floats off the ground, and white light shoots out of his mouth, eyes, and pores.
“MOON LIGHT, MOON BRIGHT"
Hetfield descends from the sky, and the gods of rock and roll bless us with THUNDER. BOOM! Raven thrusts her arm to the sky, and her robe becomes black as a winged obsidian sword descends from a thunderhead.

She siezes the sword, and it is struck by electricity. There is a dark red gem like a ruby, which absorbs the lightning, then it crackles up the blade. She leaps upon a rock and proclaims. I am THE RAVEN KNIGHT, AND I WIELD THE RAVENSWORD OF AGES! I laugh at how amazingly epic she is.
“BANISH DEVIL”
My boy self slices a demon in half, then a portal floats up out of the eye of the blade, and pulls it into another dimension.
“WITH SACRED LIGHT!”
My boy self roars, and becomes a spotted jaguar-mandrill creature.

He summons a shield, then beats it with his sword, screaming like a crazed banshee demon. We kick ass and take names as the demons come at us by the hundreds. Selene flies around, as a portal, transmitting all the ones we slay into another dimension. Hetfield floats above, laughing and charging our weapons with lightning, and our strikes with thunder.

I see young Nomad fling his shield like a boomerang, and it decapitates mofos.
Raven’s blade dances around her with telekinesis, as she spins and casts thunder spells.

missing time

The three of us are sitting in a field of wildflowers on the Mountain in New Eden on the Moon. “...and so you can come here anytime, me!” I find myself saying to my boy self.
“I want to know everything you have to tell me. I want to know the truth about everything. I want you to train me. I hate these nightmares. I am tired of being afraid of everything in my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!” my boy self says, and cries. I hug him. It feels very very strange. Raven runs to us, and hugs us.
“The most important thing,” I tell my boy self, “is that you realize that I am real, that Raven is real, Xaphor, everyone. We are your friends, and we want to help you and protect you.”
He nods, and says, “I will never forget you, man.”
“I am you,” I laugh, but for some reason, I am holding back tears.
Raven’s fairies open a portal and they hold hands and walk through. Raven blows me a kiss as they fade away.

“Oh my god, that was insane.”
“Yes, it was,” says a voice from behind me.
“Sar-” I turn, and see a reptilian red skinned snout protuding from a brown hood. “Xaphor, greetings, brother.”
“Did you forget I am your High Priest right now?”
“Sort of.”
Xaphor grumbles in annoyance. “And I supposed I am supposed to tell you what you are supposed to do next.”
“No.... Yes.”
Xaphor sighs and doesn’t say anything.
“Well, that’s what Sarnox always does.”
“I am not your dog, I am your dream guide. USE YOUR MIND. REMEMBER!”
I sigh in annoyance, and sit down and meditate.
I see Xaphor’s red dragon-gargoyle face float in front of me. “Use your mind! Use your mind!”
(right now there is a song playing, the lyrics: I won’t forget who I am. I won’t forget you.)
I see the Temple of Nothing, and open my eyes.
I stand up, shouting exuberantly, “TO THE TEMPLE OF NOTHING ON THE GREEN MOON!”
“You and your theatrics,” Xaphor rolls his eyes.
“But, OMG SO EPIC DUDE!” I say creating a portal.
“Uh... it’s not that far. We can fly.”
“And fly we shall!” I shout, turning into a sky blue dragon. “Climb upon my back, brother!”
“I have wings.” Xaphor tosses the robe aside. “I am a dragon, remember? I can fly.”
“And so you are, and so you shall!” I say, leaping into the sky.

The Temple of Nothing
We fly over the forest canopy until we arrive at the Temple of Nothing. There is no one there. We alight on the landing pad. I look around, confused.
“Okay, here’s a hint: YOU CAME HERE AT THIS TIME ON PURPOSE BECAUSE YOU ARE A TIME TRAVELER, AND YOU WANTED TO GET HERE FIRST.”
“Oh yeah.”
Xaphor flashes me an image of a meditation in a dream where I told him I wanted to do that.
“Remember now?”
“Dude, yes.”
“Alright good.”
“Thanks for the ‘hint,’” I laugh.
“Smartass. Look! Here come the dreamers! Quick, change into some more recognizable form, or you will confuse anyone who has any semblance or remembering you from a previous dream!”
I watch the dreamers float down the dark rainbow road. “Huh? Oh right.” Hyu appears next to me.
“Nomad, I think I did it! Am I here? I think I am.” I transform into a catgod. “Why did you do that?”
‘I don’t want to confuse people.”
“Huh?”
“No time to explain. Here come the other dreamers, Hyu! This is going to be a massive shared dream. Unfortunately not too many people will remember it, but we are trying. And more and more people keep showing up. The momentum is building. Atras sparked something... something like dry tinder.”
“Astral? Astral ass?”
“No,” I laugh.
Suddenly a bunch of dreamers run up the steps of the temple. “Oh shit, where are we? Oh shit! Oh my god! Is this a shared dream?”
“YES! YOU ARE ALL DREAMING! NOW HAVE SOME POMEGRANATE JUICE FOR EPIC LULZ!”
I quiet my voice and broadcast to all their minds. “Calm yourself. Do nothing. You are dreaming. Sit down, wherever you are, and touch the dream, touch the ground with you hands. Pick up the dirt, and look at it. Stay here with me. Inhale nothing to know that you are dreaming. Take a deep breath of the dream air.” I quit broadcasting.
Surprisingly, a lot of dreamers listened to me. They seem to be calmly meditating, maintaining their Delta or Theta state. I can tell which person is which. Some of them stand up, and walk around. They look at the flowers, and smell them. I give people pomegranate juice. I float up to the top of the pyramid. Atras is waiting there for me.
“Dude, how can I remember this dream?”
“Hmm... how about wake up right now?”
“But, I don’t want to do that. This dream is too epic.”
“Okay, then when the dream starts to fade, wake yourself up.”
“I will try it. For now, I want to smell a flower in a dream. Atras floats down, and starts smelling flowers, then eating them.” I laugh and the dream fades.

I wake up, and stretch. I am not at home. I am at home. I am in my bedchamber in the Temple of Nothing, ON THE GREEN MOON. Holy shit. Calm down. I snuggle closer to my lovers. I casually get up, like I do this all the time. I do do this all the time. WHAT THE HELL? I do? I do. Right. I walk to the “bathroom” more of a bath house, and look in the mirror. Yeah... I have a lion-man face. Stripes and spots dance across my face.
I drink some water from an ornate fountain. I see a swirling vortex portal in the floor, and I shit dark energy into it, and laugh. Man I feel good! I fly up through a hole in the pyramid, and summon a rainstorm, and shower in it. I lick the rain and purr. Angelina teleports next to me, and pets me. She has two big cat guardians which rub up against me.
REPORT.
Uh... what the fuck?
REPORT.
An alien grey ship appears out of a portal to another dimension. Every entity inside it feels as godly as Vegeta. The Greys shoot pure astral tentacles out through the sides of their ship, and hook into my chakras. My fur falls off and my body turns grey. My eyes become huge and black. Angelina launches her white tigers at the ship, but I call them off. Angelina is confused.
“I’ll be fine!” I wave, and disappear into the wormhole. I am terrified, yet fascinated. I teleport on to their ship.
It is all chromed and smooth on the inside.
“You missed your last two reports, brother. Now we must open you up.”
They freeze me, and a strange cyborg machine wheels in, and opens up my abdomen as if it’s all robotic. It is all robotic.
“What you are seeing is your brain trying to make sense of the raw data encased in your dream body. You have no guts or robotic parts here, only energy.”
I remember now... I just feel... weak...
I go into semi-consciousness, fading in and out.
I wake up screaming in the Healing Glen.
The Greys are standing all around me, along with the Frost Giant.
“You told me they were benign,” he says, leaning on a staff. Wait, why is he- why does he look greyish?”
I wake up for real on their spacecraft. I am strapped to a table. Goddamnit. This is the physical plane, isn’t it? Yes. No goddamned powers. Fucking wakeworld bullshit. How the fuck do I get out of here. I just- I inhale, and the restraints pop off my chest. I somehow have this intense chi... I feel it, right behind my eyeballs. I focus heat on my wrist restraints, and begin to weaken them with increasing heat. I focus a total vibration to make the heat reflect about an eigth of an inch above my skin so I don’t get burned.
I grow into a great red demon, and become Hellboy suddenly. Okay, maybe this is a dream? But, it looks so real. Fuck it, I am going to kick some alien ass. I storm down the hallway, smashing shit.
“I want to know what the fuck is going on, assholes!” I roar. Alarms go off. They run down the hall and shoot some type of sound frequency which knocks out my nervous system, and I collapse instantly. “goddamm you ath holth... “ I drool. Then a tall female one communicates with me telepathically.
Listen, brother, we gave you the Christ gene of Compassion, which is something our species does not understand. We find it fascinating. Every once in a while, a Grey is created that is more individualistic and what you would call, ‘caring.” This Captain whose genes were bonded to yours was of that type. We have been doing experiments with your people, mixing our genes, for we are dying out due to our “lack of compassion,” as you would call it. Of course, we do not look at it like that. We realize we are the most intelligent species on our planet. So, we genetically engineered ourselves to be even more and more intelligent. We crafted our bodies to prolong our lives, and to induce whatever brainwave state we wish at any time. We gave ourselves the ability to turn on and off different hormones. Some people became addicted to their hormones, and they died off. The ones who survived usually do not use a lot of their hormones. We have become very powerful. We mathematically, precisely, recrafted our planet exactly how we wanted it to be. We took the best genes we could from everything for our species. Maybe because of this “selfish” endeavor, we lost the ability to care for other species, only looking at them for the genetic potential. We destroyed our planet with our genetic engineering, but by that time we had the ability to make portable planetoids, spaceships out of asteroids. We live in the Asteroid Belt, well some of us. We, as you call, the Greys, are a very Diverse race. Each asteroid, planetoid, ship, has its own culture. We are many Hive Minds. As descendants of insects, we see death as nothing. We just discard the bodies after taking what we can for genes. It becomes soil, food for our plants.”
“You eat?”
“Sometimes. We don’t eat the way you do, we absorb food. You have a lot of questions.”
“Is this a dream?”
“Why don’t you do a reality check?”
I do a nose RC. It works at first, then I cough. I can’t do it. I look at my hands. I have great red demon hands.
‘You can shapeshift in the physical plane in this Dimension, brother.”
“What the fuck? Where am I?”
The alien starts saying a bunch of numbers. I say that means nothing. Then, I am shown a bunch of star maps, our solar system, then, we skip to another arm of the galaxy through a wormhole, and I am shown an earth very similar to ours. I realize I am inside part of the Moon, looking out of a window or crater. I feel so disoriented, I vomit. Nanobots appear out of the floor, and spray some type of enzymatic gel over the vomit which immediately breaks it down, and it vaporizes into the air with a puff that smells like strange flowers. Then, a tiny robot appears, and vaccuums up the remains: a tiny pile of dust.
“Thank you for the compost, Brother,” the alien says matter-of-factly. “We pulled you into this physical dimension through the Dream Plane, because it’s easier to simply incarnate your dream body into a temporary physical blank rather that risk damaging the only physical body you have in your Home Dimension.”
“You are blowing my mind.”
“Would you like a tissue?”
“Uh,” I laugh. “Wait, is that a joke?”
“Yes,” I feel the alien wryly grin. “I have been working on this “humor” for about two centuries, and I have made some progress, however small.”
“Fascinating.”
“I sense you have been fed a lot of bullshit by the gods of lies. Yes, that happens. If you want to understand us, first we must be able to have some kind of mutual understanding, some type of real communication. In your value system, you believe “love,” or “compassion” to be the most valuable thing. But, why do you always kill each other? The only time we kill each other is if another person is dying, has lost their mind, is old, or if the person feels their existence is unnecessary. So, when we kill others of our kind, it’s a deliberate culling process. But, this idea of killing for, “love” love of another person, or of tribe, or nation, seems to us, contradictory. You people are very primitive in your technology, but your race is very adaptable, genetically, being the mutts of the galaxy. Also, your immune systems have resistances to many intergalactic bacteria. The war we have been fighting against the microverse has exhausted our species to the point of death. We have mastered ourselves. We returned to our planet, and cared for it with mathematical precision, helping things to evolve quickly, but, in our meddling, we upset the balance of nature. Again, many of us had to leave and live on asteroids for centuries while we let our planet lie fallow.
“And when we returned, a Hive Mind with quadrillions upon quadrillions of creatures had invaded our planet: a bacteria. This bacteria is a gene-eater. It absorbs genes of its host to disguise itself as it infects the entire being. It is being controlled by a sentient mind even more powerful than ours due to its longetivity. It is 100 million times older than Our Mind. Therefore, we look to you, dear human, as our Experiment, and Savior. We would like to appear as the Compassionate Ones that we are supposed to be, but for that, we need some human genes from a creature that does not want to kill other humans. We will insert these genes back into ourselves in order to become more human, and in order to understand your people more."
For some reason, at that moment I did not feel human at all. I felt like an ancient creature, tired, wise, and patient. “I offer you my genes in exchange for yours, my Sister,” I hear myself saying. I feel like I am creeping myself out.
I am led down a hall... and the dream changes. Is my perception altering? A stone wall... sandstones in a castle... or pyramid... a pyramid. We descend down steps in robes. The aliens are wearing white robes, and my big red demon self a black and white one with gold birds on it. I am led to a large room shaped like an inverted ziggurat. There is a woman tied to a large stone slab. She is also gagged. She doesn’t seem to struggle. There are other humans around her, tying her knots loosely. The bow when they see us, then panic and run away. The aliens chant, then leave us. I undo the ropes, then I realize they are tied to nothing. She giggles, and wraps her arms around me, kissing me. We make love in the depths of the pyramid by torchlight. Suddenly we are back on the alien ship. We are two Grey aliens. “Did we just have sex?” I say to the female alien.
“Of a type.” She shows me how our tongues come out, and sex cells are passed through small holes in the tongue. “My eggs are almost ready. I feel them,” she smiles. A handful of eggs like frog eggs come out of a hole in her belly. She shows them to me, then leaves the room. I follow her to an incubation area. She puts the eggs in a drawer, and slides the drawer shut.
“What happens to our eggs?”
“They grow.”
“But, our children?”
“There is no ‘our’ children, only Children.”
“What did I just do?”
“Gene exchange. Now you will morph.”
“No.”
“Yes, your physical body, your genes of your body on your home planet is going to morph because of the code we implanted in your mind. This code will alter your mind and brain to change your code to be more enhanced. You psionics and compassion will increase. This will inevitably bring more hardship into your life.”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome. From these lessons, should you learn from them, you will gain wisdom required to be one of Us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Please be patient. You are on a Mission, Captain. Your alien Christ genes are here to show the world love. We need you to be compassionate on us, or we will die. We need this to adapt to a changing universe. We will train you as you progress. Do not tell anyone about these visits that we have.”
“Why not? I am going to do it.”
“Fine. You have, free will, Half-Breed, but I will warn you that most people will think you are crazy for revealing any of this.”
“It doesn’t matter, this is just a dream.”
“I’m real,” she says and slaps my face.
I slap my own face. OW! I do a nose pinch... doesn’t work.. .goddammit.
“Go home,” she says, and grabs my face, kissing it.
I wake up in the Temple of Nothing, a tiger-man kissing a pillow.