The Nomad Chronicles

Xaphor and I look at each other through my meditation mirror in BanYanLand in the Biodome on the Green Moon. Xaphor, my Dream Guide, the Great Red Dragon. He grins at me, and reaches through the mirror and grabs me, pulling me into his world. As soon as I get through he kind of tackles me, and we merge together. I roar and fire shoots out of my mouth. I am in some castle room, and now the tapestries are burning. I look at myself in the mirror. I am a were-dragon with red scaly skin and a dragon head. I am about seven feet tall with yellow eyes and a devilish grin. I roar and breathe fire on the mirror. The wood catches fire, and the glass melts into a puddle. I laugh maniacally and fly out the window.
I am flying across a green hilly country. I shout to the world around me:

Here me, Dreamsphere, for I am Xaphor, your Archnemisis, the Draconis Ka-Nyx, the Dark Dragon.
I proclaim myself Lord of Dreamsphere, and I Turn The Clock!
Tick Tock, Tick Tock!
The Lucid Dreamer ran up the Clock,
the Clock struck three at the Witching Hour,
the Lucid Dream is now maxed in Power!
The Heretic Grins at the rules of the game,
gods battle on the Dream Plane!
HAIL ERIS! HAIL MORPHEUS! HAIL GAWN!

I fly to Dreamsphere Town and breathe fire at the big clock, blackening it. I see someone below in a blue ninja outfit. I tell them, "Your clock sucks!" Then, I teleport out of that world.