The Nomad Chronicles

I rise up, floating out of bed, a great archdemon. There is a layer of something like indestructible plastic wrap over me in many layers. I go supernova, and blast that shit to nothing come. I shoot out two light claws from my arms, about a third the lenghth of the earth, and I swing through nothing in two scoops to the Cichen-Itza Pyramid. I pull the golden necklace from Lonewolf off my neck, and slam a piece of of it into the Pyramid, and it becomes a great gold beacon. I place a silver parabolic mirror behind the tiny sun, and point the beam of light to the Temple of Nothing on the Green Moon.

I ride the light beam to the Temple, and pull the black Smoking Mirror from my chest, and twist it in two. One piece I enlarge and point the beam of The Black Sun to the Chichen Itza Pyramid. I accelerate the light coming from earth. And this is how we travel faster than light. Now a rainbow dark energy bridge is linking Urth to the Green Moon.


HELL MUTHAFUKKIN YEAH!
I summon giant speakers to float down from the sky. I call upon Q10 for dreamscaping aid. We grow two large black obsidian pyramids next to the Temple of Nothing for giant subwoofers.
They rise from the soil with a moonquake, as dirt and rocks pour off them. Bassheads appear out of the ground and bow to the subwoofers. Kick. Ass.

I pull cords out from the speakers, and inject them into my chest. I grow a microphone out from my arm, and shout to the dreamers of Urth, “Wake up Sleepwalkers!”
I sing:



(As I write this, the video has 333 views!!! Dubstep always goes with 333. wtf?)

Three months is a long time if you don't like it where you are.
Three months is forever when the sun don't shine
You might be alive, but you just breathe to ass the time
You're so lucky, so lucky to have it all

I see them rub their eyes and float out of their beds...
I see some stop themselves in their dreams, and look for me...
I see someone look at a watch. The time on their watch says, “55:555“

Someday you're going to realize,
you've been sleepwalking through it all,

The dreamers begin floating up the dark rainbow road. I stand atop the The Temple of Nothing, next to the Dark Beacon, a great devil catgod. I see some of them run down the road of light, away from me. “You are dreaming!" I shout at them.

sleepwalking, get back home

I see a few sleepwalkers actually go back to bed, and continue on in their dreams.

sleepwalking through it all,
get back home

I see Atras floating up from Urth. He is lying on his back and grinning. He fades away, but not before I launch a tracking device on to his dream body... Who was I supposed to...

“Hyu,” says Xaphor standing next to me.
“Huh? Xaphor?”

Xaphor, my dream guide, is now a red gargoyle in a grey and black robe. He has bright yellow eyes, and grins at me with perfect pointed teeth. “Sarnox has some things to tend to on his Homeworld. For now, I will be your High Priest, brother.”
“Rock and Roll!” I say as I morph into a great sky blue gargoyle. The sun rises. Xaphor and I stand next to each other, and focus on Hyu. I throat sing his name from my gut... Heeeeyuuuu...

I see him... His dream body is battling something attacking his sleeping astral body. WTF? I go to help him, but Xaphor stays me. Hyu stabilizes his dream, and merges his astral and dream bodies. I see some type of fairy creature healing him. He opens a portal with his mind that connects directly to the light and dark bridge. He flies up the dark bridge, morphing into a great black dragon. He flies faster and faster, until he begins to glow the as the dark matter around him burns. He opens his wings to brake, and screech-roars. I sense his wings are a little burnt, so I slam my staff into my pyramid and summon a rainstorm. He laughs and licks the rain from his face. I cause a stream to flow out of the pyramid. Hyu practically falls over himself clumsily diving into it. He plunges his big dragon head into the water, and drinks.

“Oh my god! I was so thirsty!” he says. He plunges his head back in, and comes up with a fish in his mouth. “Oh, and hungry!” he says as he swallows it. He floats up to the top.

“Ah, Hello brother!” he says to me. “N...Nomad? Nomad? Nomad, for some reason, I want to call you something else... I just...”
He makes a sound like a rumble, a growl, and a purr.
“Well, that’s your dragon name! Do you speak Dragon?”
“No... Do I?”
Of course you do! says Xaphor.
I see my name in my mind as a translucent three dimensional pointy bulbous shape floating in outer space next to a 2D square. What the hell?
“Welcome to Dragon!” Hyu laughs.
Xaphor thinks this is incredibly funny. He keeps elbowing me, but I don’t get it. He rolls his eyes and chuffs. I see Yuya step out from behind Hyu. “Couldn’t see her in my big wings, eh?”
“No, I was invisible, silly!” Yuya says and bats Hyu on the nose. She looks like a wintry elf queen. She is wearing a pale pale blue robe lined with white fur. She reminds me of Selene in some ways, but in some ways is nothing like her. “Greetings, King of The Green Moon, God of Nothing, O Wanderer of Worlds,” she says to me curtseying.
“Greetings, O Goddess of Teraluna, Water Warrior, and PlaneWalker, Greetings, O Dragon Lord of the EarthMoon, Teraluna, my brother.”
“Um, why are we being so formal?” Hyu grins.
“I don’t know!” I say, and tackle him.
We stand up, and we dust ourselves off.
“Why did you do that, Nomad?”
“So you will remember this dream.”
“Good idea. Any other ideas?” I give Hyu pomegranate juice to drink. “Thanks!”
Selene steps out from behind the beacon. She walks slowly to Yuya and they embrace. Selene cries, and says, “I missed you.” I feel awkward because I am confused. “Why are you confused, Nomad? Yuya is my same sister... We hatched from the same god egg.” Before I can ask he what she means, we are inundated with hundreds or thousands of dreamers from Urth. It's blowing my mind.

I play Solace One by Foreign Beggars Featuring Black Sun Empirein exultation straight from my soul.



Transmission
Solace one
force field
open sun
Mother Ship
volition
fuel engage
til all is One

The dreamers tumble out in front of the pyramid. Everyone dances.

I’m like a fault in the system
something like a glitch or a virus
not to be seen as a victim
more like a ghost or a pirate
I move through the network daily
conduct myself in silence
I’ve been on this mission since early
I don’t even need to get violent!

“Welcome,” I shout, “to the Temple of Nothing, in the City of Nowhere, in the Land of Nod, on the MUTHAFUKKIN GREEN MOON! INFECT THE HIVE MIND WITH THE ULTIMATE COOLNESS!"

The dreamers roar, and Atras tumbles out of a portal next to me. He sits on the corner, as if he has been there for a few hours and not moved.
“Hey Nomad, is it working?”
“I don’t know, blue elf man thing. You tell me.”
“Well, what if they don’t remember their dreams?” he says looking down at the dreamers dancing below. “What if I don’t?”
“Then, you will forget.”
“Oh stop it Nomad,” he says sadly.
“Atras.”
“Yes.”
“You are dreaming.”
“Yes, but-”
“NO BUT’S. YOU ARE DREAMING GODDAMMIT!” I roar into his face, and his hair blows back. He screams in terror, and his face turns white.
‘’OH MY GOD I AM DREAMING! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME! I AM DREAMING! LOOK AT YOUR HANDS!” he shouts looking at his hands.
Of course I find him yelling out a command to himself incredibly funny, so I fall over laughing. I tumble down the steps of the temple. I hear someone yell, “Heads up! We have a godfall!” People run out of the way, and I roll around on the ground laughing. “LOOK AT YOUR HANDS!” I scream to myself. “Hmm... weird, blue... pale, oh, right, I forgot I am a big ass gargoyle.”
“Yes, you are a big ass gargoyle,” says Xaphor alighting next to me.
“Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?”
“Yes, like you always do,” Xaphor laughs.
“Where is Atras?”
“He is shouting commands to himself on the temple.”
“SPIN. Magic! SPIN! Look at your hands! Fly! Relax. Stay in the dream!” I hear Atras coaching himself. I start laughing all over again as he starts doing everything he says simultaneously. “Eat something. Go to sleep. Wake up. I remember my dreams!” Atras eats nothing, then lies down, and stands up as he says this.
“What the fuck?” I laugh my ass off. I roll around on the ground saying holy shit for five minutes, crying with laughter.
Atras appears next to me, speaking rapidly. “So, Nomad, who was that other person, the other partner, uh... the guy... we were here... the field...”
“Man, I don’t remember. MrIrony... no patchouli... luck... DUDE THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE IT’S SO AWESOME! ROCK AND ROLL!”
I summon Metallica, and they play “Enter Sandman,” and of course, it rocks.



And of course, the Dreamhacker Moon Orcs love this, being Russian. A swarm of Moon Orcs riding giant Beetles flies into the crowd, and mosh, well, more like attack the other dreamers. Many of them form armor, and summon weapons. Some are terrified and wake up. Damn. I see Drzzt in the middle, swirling about with two blue blades, calm and cool, not really fighting... more like practicing. “Dude this is EPIC!” he shouts to me.
“I hear someone say, battle!” Hukif appears, a great beastly knight in spiky armor. He slowly shoots out black fists into the crowd, and impales them softly like shishka bobs, which he then eats, and says, “Power! I just ate your power!” he laughs.
I call Raven, and she steps out of a portal. “Hi Nomad.”
“Are you okay?”
“I want to go to sleep. I don’t care about a party.”
Come inside, I say, and usher her in. The noise outside is gone. There is a basin of water upon which light streams down from above. I walk Raven to a bedroom that I made for her. It has a king size bed with a mosquito net over it. Jungle light streams in from a glassless window. There is a bowl of dream fruit, and a small boquet of moon flowers in a vase. “The Moon is in bloom, Raven.”
“This is nice, Nate,” she says my birth name for some reason. “Why did you do this?”
“For healing. So you can have a place to rest on this side of the Moon when you come here. I know the people outside want to see you. But, you seem tired, so rest first.”
“No one wants to see me.”
I hear the crowd outside chanting “Raven! Raven!” Apparently they saw her, and want her to come out and say hi to them. Raven seems to not be able to hear them. I give Raven a big hug, and she cries for a long time. We don’t say anything. She kisses my cheek, then says she needs to sleep for awhile. She lies down on the bed, and falls asleep. I summon a glass of water and pomegranate juice on the nightstand, then walk out of the room.
I step out on to the landing pad, and address the crowd.
“The Moon Queen is resting, but-”
“That was a nice nap,” says Raven stepping out of the pyramid. “Where is MoSh?”
We contact him telepathically, and he says he is talking to Asuka, don’t bother him, he’s fine.
“Well that was kind of rude,” says Raven.
“I think he’s just really trying to focus on Asuka,”
“Oh, I see.” We see MoSh staring at Asuka, holding her hands, saying nothing.
He says to her, “I am real.”
“So are you,” she says back.
I laugh, then address the crowd.
“This Dreamwalker is amazing. She taught me to dream battle skills in a dream. Without her, I would never believe that shared dreaming is even real!”
“Nomad, I don’t want to talk to the crowd.”
“Oh, what do you want to do?”
Raven turns into Queen of Night, and says, “I want to ROCK!”





BOOM BOOM CH! BOOM BOOM CH!
Raven strums a chord on a guitar, and the crowd freaks out.
“WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!” Tigress is behind me, smashing the drums. MoSh appears out of a portal shredding on electric guitar. Raven plays keyboard, guitar, and bass all at the same time by multiplying herself. She also sings. I sing with her, “WE WILL ROCK YOU!”
DJ TKO descends from the sky, a huge elephantman in a cheesy gorilla costume. We play a dubstep version of Enter Sandman.


Fuck yes.
I roar into the didjeridoo, “EXIT LIGHT! QUEEN OF NIGHT, TAKE MY HAND! OFF TO NEVERWONDERLAND!”
Raven shreds with MoSh. IT’S FUCKING EPIC OMIGOD!
Tigress grows six arms and plays 15 drums.
The music is melting my fucking face. MoSh goes off and plays an epic classical solo with no distortion, and the crowd hushes, and is mesmerized,

(which I cannot find a video of, at the moment)

then he goes into rock, then back into:
EXIT LIGHT! QUEEN OF NIGHT! TAKE MY HAND! OFF TO NEVERWONDERLAND!
A host of Darklings ride in from another dimension, on the BatMoon Bus. It has spikes and wings on it. Fuck yeah. They join the fray.
Then, we move into Silent Lucidity.
MoSh’s playing is so amazing... I am moved to tears, and I turn away.
Raven begins, singing, and then Tigress comes in with drums, and I pick up a violin, and play with Pablo, who appears out of nowhere. We grin at each other.
Selene appears next to me, and I set down the violin, and take the dream in. She walks to me, and put my arm around her waist.
Loaf appears on the corner of the pyramid. He stands up, looking at me, smiling.
“Cool dream, Nomad. I like it.”
“It’s not my dream. It’s our dream.”
“I know.”



Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension

Everyone sings together.

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity

I turn into a my Demon Self, Solgawn, the Lava Minotuar Man, and rumble:

(Visualize your dream)
(Record it in the present tense)
(Put it into a permanent form)
(If you persist in your efforts)
(You can achieve dream control)
(Dream control)
(How's that then, better?)
(Hug me)

If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...

I come together with Raven, MoSh, Tigress, and Pablo. We grow angel wings, and fiery light comes out of our eyes.

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help to see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you...

We smile at each other, and come together in a pentacle. We glow as the pentacle forms connecting our chakras. Aeona appears in the center. She looks like opal. I feel every emotion at once. We come together, and form a giant ball of colored energy, then we explode in slow motion over the Land of Nod.
I wake up in the Biodome, then go back to sleep. Selene nudges me. “Nomad, wake up. This is a dream silly.”
“Oh!” I sit up, and kiss her. “No morning breath on the Dream Plane.” Selene playfully pushes me. I see she is catlike now for some reason. Strange, I’ve never seen her shapeshift, never seen her Beast Self.
“Nomad, do you think everyone is going to remember their dreams?”
“I don’t know. But, I will remember you.”
I look at her beautiful cat face, and kiss her one more time, and the dream fades.

“I need more slack on the line!”
I give more slack as we lower MoSh into a great cavern. Raven is a black moth flitting around MoSh. She settles on his shoulder. I telepathically ask Raven if this is real. I can’t do an RC right now, because, fuck, what if it’s real? I am holding a rope one of my best friends is hanging off of. But, one of my other best friends is a moth. Oh, this is-
‘HOLD! PUT A ROUND TURN ON IT!”

***

We are being lowered down a great shaft in an elevator. There is a man from the Shadow Government. “We are trying to do our best,” he explains. “We cannot panic the Surface Dwellers.”
“Excuse, me, aren’t you human?”
“Yes, but I have sworn an oath to live undeground for twenty years, for the benefit of mankind. You get used to it. I can still go to the surface on my days off, but when I “work,” I live here.”
“Why?”
“You will soon see.”
He takes us to a room, and there is a large alien Grey there in an energy cage about seven or 8 feet tall. It smells like some kind of strange chemical. It is calmly throwing itself against the bars, and destroying its body. It seems to feel no emotion as it does this. “LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!” it shouts telepathically.
“Don’t listen to him. That fucker would love to melt your Jesus face off in a heartbeat, hippie.”
I am deeply disturbed by this entire situation. I teleport into the cage. The alien stop moving.
The man freaks out. ‘IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU HOW THE HELL DID YOU TELEPORT? YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GET OUT OF THERE! YOU’RE AN ALIEN! THERE IS NO TELEPORTING OUT OF THERE!” he screams.
“Ah, thank you brother, now let me steal your soul, idiot,” says the Grey as his mouth opens larger and larger, ringed with teeth. I see a parasite’s tail on the roof of his mouth. I stomp on the Grey’s face, and gently extract the parasite, and drop it on the ground. The Grey pushes me off, and smashes the parasite with TK. The alien spins its head around and it cracks.
“The microverse is trying to destroy us all. You don’t understand. This is not sentient life against sentient life, not in the sense you see it. The microverse is consuming the macroverse. But, maybe now you do.”
MoSh turns off the cage, and we walk through the caverns. The government man is speechless. He says something into a radio, and an alarm goes off. Raven electrocutes the power supply somehow, and disables the alarm with a little moth giggle. MoSh looks at all the glowing crystals and fungi on the caverns.

“I need more slack on the line!”
I give more slack as we lower MoSh into a great cavern. Raven is a black moth flitting around MoSh. She settles on his shoulder. I telepathically ask Raven if this is real. I can’t do an RC right now, because, fuck, what if it’s real? I am holding a rope one of my best friends is hanging off of. But, one of my other best friends is a moth. Oh, this is-
‘HOLD! PUT A ROUND TURN ON IT!”

***

We are being lowered down a great shaft in an elevator. There is a man from the Shadow Government. “We are trying to do our best,” he explains. “We cannot panic the Surface Dwellers.”
“Excuse, me, aren’t you human?”
“Yes, but I have sworn an oath to live undeground for twenty years, for the benefit of mankind. You get used to it. I can still go to the surface on my days off, but when I “work,” I live here.”
“Why?”
“You will soon see.”
He takes us to a room, and there is a large alien Grey there in an energy cage about seven or 8 feet tall. It smells like some kind of strange chemical. It is calmly throwing itself against the bars, and destroying its body. It seems to feel no emotion as it does this. “LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!” it shouts telepathically.
“Don’t listen to him. That fucker would love to melt your Jesus face off in a heartbeat, hippie.”
I am deeply disturbed by this entire situation. I teleport into the cage. The alien stop moving.
The man freaks out. ‘IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU HOW THE HELL DID YOU TELEPORT? YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GET OUT OF THERE! YOU’RE AN ALIEN! THERE IS NO TELEPORTING OUT OF THERE!” he screams.
“Ah, thank you brother, now let me steal your soul, idiot,” says the Grey as his mouth opens larger and larger, ringed with teeth. I see a parasite’s tail on the roof of his mouth. I stomp on the Grey’s face, and gently extract the parasite, and drop it on the ground. The Grey pushes me off, and smashes the parasite with TK. The alien spins its head around and it cracks.
“The microverse is trying to destroy us all. You don’t understand. This is not sentient life against sentient life, not in the sense you see it. The microverse is consuming the macroverse. But, maybe now you do.”
MoSh turns off the cage, and we walk through the caverns. The government man is speechless. He says something into a radio, and an alarm goes off. Raven electrocutes the power supply somehow, and disables the alarm with a little moth giggle. MoSh looks at all the glowing crystals and fungi on the caverns.

MOON MOTH

I vibrate out of my body. I am surrounded by mirrors or clones of myself. I am a black furry mothman with sparse white spots. I have four arms and two legs. I feel aliens calling me with my antennae to the Moon. I decide to fly all the way there. I press the button on my energy belt, and a shield forms on me, then the witchblade, then my mech armor. My twelve clones connect with me, and we spin in circles like gears to form Metatron’s cube. Then we spin in all directions to form individual spheres. We become five dimensional, as we vibrate spinning to the moon. Surrounding matter is repelled behind, and attracted in front before being repelled again. And this is how we fly through space.... on waves of dark matter, baby.
I see my many forms I have become in dreams in a line before and behind me like ghosts on this dark rainbow bridge. I move my entire formation in a path as we fly, making sharp angles, faster and faster, until we form a giant Metatron’s cube, then we roll forward, and bend space and time around us. We slip through space, forming a vaccum in front of us, and repelling behind. And this is how we travel faster than the speed of light. I see Selene’s face in the Moon, which becomes an alien goddess. I tumble out on to the Grey Moon, and all my clones come into me. I morph into Juargawn.
“Why are we here?”
“Because this is my true home. The Green Moon is your true home.”
“Is this a dream, Selene?”
“No.”
I do a nose RC, and cough.
“How is there atmosphere here?”
“There is none where we are, but beneath the surface...”
“How am I alive right now?”
“It is my will.”
“Maybe I am pinching my nose in real life.”
“Maybe this is real life. Maybe it’s time to discard everything you ever thought you knew was true, and accept the reality of all. Maybe you hurt me when you talk like this,” she says looking away. I can tell she is about to cry. I am at a loss for words. She turns to me with sad fury in her eyes. I look at her beautiful big dark eyes, and her pale skin. I can see all the details, the texture of her skin... tears well up, and I see an eyelash fall into a tear as it rolls down her face. She blinks, and tears leap from her eyes. She balls a fist up in frustration. “I am tired of you doubting my existence. How could you? After everything we’ve been through? After all these lifetimes, and all these promises we made to each through eons to always find each other every single lifetime no matter what form we take? What is it going to take to get you to remember? What do I need to do to get you to believe there is love coming from this sentient being standing in front of you? You are my soulmate.”
I can do nothing as tears roll down my feline face. She runs into my arms, and beats my chest weakly. I embrace her silently. She feels so vulnerable and weak. Not my partner who has saved me so many times in battle. Not the Moon goddess, the daughter of the Dream Warrior Master. She feels so very... human. I feel her skin, sinews, bones. I feel her hair on my face and chest. I feel her morph, and she grows bat wings. Becoming a vampire like creature, she bites my neck, and I morph into my Vampire Self.
“I want to show you something,” she says, and we dive into the Moon.
***
We are back on the surface of the Grey Moon. “To the Green Moon!” I shout exultantly. “To the Green Moon!” shouts Selene, laughing, and I open a portal to the Green Moon. The portal opens above the Temple of Nowhere, and we float down, glowing. People point at us as we descend. I see the Black Sun Beacon is beaming a dark rainbow bridge to Urth. Right now, it’s on Mexico. Hukif shows up. “Hey, Nomad, want to fight?”
“Not right now, brother. I am am waiting for some dreamers.”
“Ok. Good. I hope they outnumber us, then we can fight them together.”
“Maybe,” I laugh.
Three people come around the corner of the temple.
“Hey, we were looking for you!” pichulick says. “I found these other two dreamers here... “ he looks down at his hands as his dream body becomes unstable.
“Try spinning,” I say. He spins and disappears. “Doh!”
He appears above my head and falls on me.
“I came back to this dream! Re-enter win check!” he says, making a check mark motion. I do not recognize the other two dreamers. We walk to the corner of the Temple of Nothing, and Atras is sitting there, staring at earth. He looks like a pale blue archeopteryx-type creature, but also humanoid.
“I hope it works I hope it works I hope it works...” I hear him chant.
“This is a dream this is a dream this is a dream...” I chant.
“This is a dream this is a dream this is a dream...” he says with me. He looks at his hands. “Pale bluish... bird hands with feathers... yeah, perfectly normal. No! Perfectly abnormal! This is a dream.” Atras stands up.
“I remember my dreams,” I say to Atras.
“Yes! Oh MY GOD HOW AM I GOING TO REMEMBER THIS?” Atras shouts.
“Calm down. Breathe.” Atras does a nose pinch RC.
“I am breathing nothing!” he shouts triumphantly. “You are real!” He runs to me, and rubs his forehead on mine, and kisses me on the nose. He runs around kissing everyone on the cheek as he grabs their faces, except Hukif who telekinetically repels him.
Suddenly, about 300 dreamers tumble up the dark rainbow road, and float down on and all around the pyramid. They all have some dark energy dust on them, like moth dust... Ah, it’s from my wings. I create a giant ball of pomegranate juice floating in the air, and then divide it into smaller spheres, which I float out to all the dreamers.
“YOU ARE ALL DREAMING!” I shout. “PLEASE REMAIN CALM. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. YOU ARE BREATHING NOTHING. THIS IS A DREAM!” Most of the dreamers disappear as they wake up. A few of them reappear a few seconds later as they re-enter. Some of the other ones begin wandering around touching things, eating fruits from the trees, drinking water from the streams. Other ones shout exultantly and fly off into space.
There is a young man who I do not recognize. His language sounds Arabic, or some older language, such as Sanskrit. “I have found you. I have been watching you, and I feel everything is so true, just as you say. You see, I am a Sufi Knight. We are an ancient sacred order of Moon People, who guard the portals to other dimensions. We guard the way to the Inner Earth, or at least one way. The Templar Knights are nothing more than Sun Worshipers, well, on the surface. Their true god is evil, or Harm. They believe Harm is necessary to achieve their means. Evil, death, gives them power. So, Mr. Black Sun, what are you trying to say here?”
I suddenly do not trust this man, and I grab him with astral tentacles, and fling him into the sky. “That is my brother!” Selene shouts at me.
“MoSh?” No... not him.
The Sufi Knight morphs into a Naga, a winged serpent and roars at me. I leap into the sky, and bite his neck, ripping him apart, and his jaws close around my throat... we die...
We are before some type of counsel of gods. They give us instructions which I cannot translate into English. We nod, then bow on one knee. The gods send us back to where we just were. We merge in the wormhole, and come out above the Temple, a great winged jaguar serpent man. We are shimmering with every color. Energy pours out of us, and everything blooms. We de-merge, and fall to the ground slowly, our default selves.
“What the fuck just happened, brother?” the Sufi Knight says to me.
“I don’t know.”
“I am just a dreamer from Pakistan. Well, now I live in Saudi Arabia, working for a rich oil king, but I found an ancient Sufi Master living in a cave near an oasis. He eats once every seven days, and is three hundred years old. Some call him the Dream Warrior Master.”
“Is he Pan?”
“He is his twinner on the Physical Earth.”
“What does he do all day?”
“Meditate.”
“At night?”
“He collects dates, insects, water, and feeds upon the birds and other creatures that visit the oasis.”
“What happens if the oasis dries up?”
“The oasis will not dry up. It connects to the Freshwater Ocean in the Labyrinthe.”
Suddenly, everything blows my mind. “SHIT!” I exclaim, waking up. RC. FA. RC. FA. RC. FA. RC. FA. GODAMMIT. FA. RC. This happens hundreds of times over a few minutes. I get mad at the dream. I run in a vertical circle, and end up in The White Void. I see my first dream of Morpheus, the god of dreams... I am watching it...
“I create everything you see here...” Morpheus says to my old dream self, as plants and trees spring out from around him as he walks. He looks at the current me, and grins. I finally wake up in my bed, and get up... but my bathroom is crawling with bright green fungus. I RC. Not a dream. I look in the mirror. I am a green and orange alien with no nose to speak of. Shit! How do I RC?
A portal opens, and and arm reaches out and pulls me into another dream.

The Cusp challenged me to battle a creature he would send me in a dream to see if it is possible.

I am sitting in the Battle Pyramid, doing an incantation, a sacred rite with fire and darkness. A portal opens above me, and The Cusp leaps down holding some kind of strange cat-dog thing in his arms. “Oops!” he says, looking at me, then leaps back into the portal, leaving the beast there. It growls at me and hackles raise on its back. I growl back, and morph into a cat wolf beast. I decide to have fun and watch it fight Jo. I teleport to the inside of the pyramid, and summon Jo, shooting him off my forearm.
I watch them battle, giving Jo suggestions. I realize Jo is not battling with it. He is playing with it, like it’s a toy. Apparently, he realizes it has no sentience, and plays with it like a dog plays with an inanimate object like a stick or ball. I laugh, and the creature disappears.
The Cusp appears out of a portal with another creature in his hands. In one hand he has a beer. He drinks it, smashes it on his forehead, then tosses it aside with a loud belch. He looks at me, and says, “oops!” as the creature disappears. “Dammit! I keep getting distracted by this awesome bar. and it’s not even real!”
“Let’s go!” I laugh.
“It’s not there, it’s in my mind!”
“Okay?”
“So, it’s already gone,” he says sadly. “Damn, I love dream beer,” he mumbles. A cylinder of beer in no container appears in his hand. “Hey!” he smiles, and drinks it. “Alright, dude, pound fists. I have to ... this fucking floorboard is warped because ... uh... I spilled beer on it, and I have to color match blah blah blah...”
“But, you’re in a dream.”
“Right. But this is where I do my gay shit. Like color match. Oh, and smell roses. I love roses!”
“Okay, man.”
He bows and disappears.
Jo says, “?”

I am in my Control Room in the Dark Tower on the Green Moon. I am surrounded by many monitors, watching different dreams. I use six astral tentacles to multitask. A droid enters and tells me it's Nightmare Time. I realize it's actually Sarnox, my Druid High Priest, goofing around. I play along.
"Aha... Nightmare time. Thank you, Mr. Android Helper."
I hear Sarnox stifle a self-satisfied chuckle. He walks away, a little too stiffly. He reappears as his flaming skeleton self. 'omg dude. That was TOTALLY ME!"
"I know."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Asshole."
"I know you, dog!" I laugh.
Jo, my astral pet appears out of low small portal. Sarnox summons a giant undead flaming Irish Wolfhound, and I mount my warbeast.
I become bloated and melty, with mozarella cheese dripping out from random holes in my disgusting grey body. Hypodermic needles pop out of my spine. An eyeball rolls halfway down my face, and hangs. Mouths with tiny sharp teeth appear all over my body, and I roar like a great worm.
"You totally do NOT look scary!" Sarnox laughs.
"Stop trying to combine all these phobias and shit."
"Hey, you suck."
"You Fear Form sucks, Naga. HAHA."
I become a standing shadow. I stare into Sarnox's mind, and he quits laughing. He grabs an astral tentacle of mine moving into his forehead. "You asshole! Don't probe me! You are freaking me out." He slips and falls as he whips the tentacle away. He doesn't seem to notice. He is sitting on the floor, pale, sweating, eyes bulging, pupils dilated. I sniff him, and he jumps. "Shit!" He stands up, regaining composure. He is suddenly an ancient Druid again. We mount our steeds, and I open a portal to the Temple of Nothing.

I see some dreamers milling about. "NOMAD NOMAD?" someone shouts.

"You are too late. Now it's nightmare time."

"You still owe me a fight, gringo!" Hukif says, shooting some type of hook weapon into me.

"It's nightmare time," I state flatly. I line up many portals, and launch into the first dream with Hukif trailing behind. He and I battle through dreams, like two archdemons with Sarnox rolling around on the ground laughing, and our two devil dogs hopping about with mad glee. Hukif and I keep ripping each other apart and forming them back together.

"I DO NOT HAVE MY FORMER POWER, OR YOU WOULD BE DEAD, BROTHER!" he shouts at me.

"You have everything you need within."

"NO! YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE LAWS OF MY UNIVERSE, SO DO NOT BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, YOU EGOMANIAC!"

Hukif becomes a mountain, in a drill shape, and spins at me faster than light. I feel my dream body stretch and fly apart.

I reform my dream body around a dwarf star speck. I hear a hollow voice...

"Nightmare? There is a nightmare inside of me?"

"Yes!" I shout to no one, and wake up in my bed by the koi pond in the Biodome, and laugh to myself.

DELTA

I stand at the Top of the Temple of Nothing. The earth rises, and eclipses the sun. I raise a smoking obsidian mirror to absorb the energy of the eclipse.

'ALL HAIL THE BLACK SUN!' I shout.

'All hail the God of Nothing!" shout people from below. I morph into a jaguar and roar. All the people morph into jaguar.

I point the smoking mirror at earth, and create a dark rainbow bridge to pull them to me, the God of Nothing on the Green Moon!

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.

Aliens

I am an alien contactee. I have been in contact with two different alien species that I know of. I got into lucid dreaming because I got into astral projection and remote viewing. The reason I did this was because I felt something was missing from my mind. Around 1995, I became obsessed with astral projection and the paranormal. I listened to Coast to Coast all the time, and read every book on the paranormal in my local library. I was reading a book by Whitley Streiber when all of a sudden I had a massive flashback. I started writing everything down before I could forget.
I wrote for about 45 minutes. I had written twenty pages. In it, I detailed an experience of being hypnotized as a child by people in black and being introduced to an extraterrestrial as an experiment.
As you can imagine, I agonized for years wondering if this was true. Through dreaming, I realized it was.
I also recovered another painful memory which happened two years later. I was molested.

As I have wandered in my oneironautical journeys, and have discovered the nature of reality and illusion, I began to wonder if that molestation memory was actually a memory of ET contact. Through dreaming, I now see the truth.

This is my dream:

I float up out of bed. I am surrounded by alien Greys. I sense they are some kind of soulless organic robots, controlled by a distant mind. Their creepy eyes feel hollow because there is nothing there. I blast them with 360 flamethrowers. Their puppetmaster launches a web around me. I fly up to him to punch him, but to no avail. I unsheath my hip dagger, and plunge it into his stomach, screaming like a banshee to keep the wound open. I turn my entire body into a blade, and launch into the wound. I come out the other side, but there is still a net around me. I expand, but every time I break one, there is another one waiting for me. Though they seem to be thinning, they are no weaker. I feel as if they are made of astral cords. I begin to feel claustraphobic. I call to Raven. “Raven!”

She opens a portal to me, riding through on a broom laughing with two bats swirling around her. She analyzes the situation without a word, then she goes supernova and destroys the whole bullshit dream. We are in some kind of chaos plane for an instant where everything is not whole. We tumble out of a portal into the healing glen in New Eden. We cough up dark energy, and the glen sends up healing energy all over and through us. We lie on our backs for awhile in silence looking up at the sky. I begin to fall asleep. My astral body rises out of my dream body. I see Raven is asleep, but her astral body is moving around. “Raven, Raven wake up.”
Her astral body gets up, and looks at me sleepily. “Good morning Nomad... Coffee... bathroom... Oh, hey, we’re in the Biodome!”
“Right.”
“Oh, weird. Did I fall asleep here?”
“I think so. Our dream bodies were worn out from that Drow attack. Those fuckin Insect Grey motherfuckers.”
“Hmm?”
I pace. “This is perfect. See? We are in our astral bodies right now, I mean, this is where our conscious minds are: in our astral bodies on the dream plane. I want to go into the astral plane... Into the past, seven years after I was born...” I sense Raven’s confusion at my frenetic energy. I turn and look into her eyes, locking eye contact. Her eyes become two swirling galaxies, as do mine. The galaxies collide in a reflection of each other... and we communicate telepathically, in images.
Raven, I think I am a fucking alien.
Okay.
That sounds crazy.
No it doesn’t. I am an alien, too.
I am a physical alien.
What’s the difference?
I don’t know.
Look, I was molested as a kid, but I think that memory is false.
It could be an unconscious desire to make it “unhappen.”
Look into my mind, Raven.
I allow her to see in past the illusion of the molestation to alien contact.
Her eyes grow large. So you know it’s true, Nomad.
No I don’t.
I just saw it.
I know, but I want to see it, on the astral plane. I want to be in that physical place. I want to see it from third person perspective.
Are you sure you don’t want to be hypnotized?
Ha ha, Raven. This is way more accurate. We both know this.

Raven smiles at me. “Help me create this portal. I will focus on its astral aspect, and you focus on the time and place...”
“Okay... Washington State, USA, Tacoma suburbs, 1982...”
The portal looks more like a wormhole with just a very transparent thin pane for the portal. The wormhole is silvery. I looks like psychedelic guts of a giant creature. Maybe it’s the guts of the universe? We step in, and are being pulled by some tiny fish like sting rays. We tumble into the sky, and catch ourselves. We are floating above a forest. I see my young self walk out of a house, and grab my friend’s bike. I am fearlessly going to ride in the woods alone.
I teleport behind my boy self from the past, and stick an astral tentacle on to him so I will not lose track. Raven watches from above.
I see there are about fifty Greys watching from the woods. They are practically invisible, using some type of cloaking device which bends light in a strange way. There are two different sizes. I notice there are two short ones with every tall one. The short ones generally stand on the sides of the tall ones. I see three of them materialize. I get some kind of sense that the tall one is a female, and the two short ones are male.
The tall one freezes my boy self’s body. One of the small ones levitates me off the bike, and the other one TK’s it away, and it slides through the leaves. My boy self’s face is frozen in sheer terror. The aliens do not seem aware of my boy self’s emotions.
“They are terrifying you, assholes!” Raven says.
“I am not upset anymore, Raven. Let’s just watch.”
They levitate me to a few inches off the ground, but maintain TK grip, and approach me. The tall one stares into my eyes. I sense some kind of dark faraway intelligence. Her energy feels feminine, yet puppet-like, vacant. She tells me, “We mean you no harm, brother.” She turns to the small ones, and I hear sounds come out of her which sounds something like a cicada or cricket. I know what she is saying. She is arguing with the other ones.
“He forgot the Mission.”
“You cannot call DNA code ‘He.’ Let us not place so much responsibility on our brother, here (after which she said an extremely long string of numbers and letters and symbols which means my exact DNA code specific to me.)”
I suddenly have a flashback, no, I am intercepting telepathic communication. Aliens come into my parent’s bedroom... My mother is sleeping alone. They release some type of sedative blue gas into the air. They use a strange machine that looks like an insect which slides a probe into her navel, and injects some type of human-alien hybrid cells into the amniotic fluid to bind with my developing embryonic body. I realize the when the alien says, “he,” he is not talking about my boy self, but about the alien DNA code.
The female alien casually undresses me as one of the other alien levitates me higher. She looks in all my orifices, then puts my clothes back on. I am terrified. She seems annoyed or confused. “You were one of our best, Captain,” she mumbles.
***
Another flashback. I am an alien Grey fighter pilot. I am in a space battle with Reptilians over an asteroid. There are some kind of sentient native creatures there hurling rocks at us, that look like a cross between trees, fungus and dinosaur... giants. I get wounded, and am going to die.
On an operating room table. They withdraw my vital life essence from my core, and the doctors tell me to focus my consciousness into my remaining physical essence in order to impregnate the DNA with physical memory. My grey shell body expires, and now my consciousness is in my glowing ball of energy which they withdraw from my chest and place in a machine. Then, they take skin from my warm body and place it on 8 pieces of glass. The machine divides my energy into 8 living pieces, and squirts them on to the 8 pieces of glass like gel. The gel energy binds to the skin, which is placed in a glass container which makes the cells grow. The Greys only have one type of cell that does many different things. The growth containers are taken to a lab and watched over before they finally are given to ones that inject them into wombs of pregnant humans.
***
I pee my pants. The female tall alien seems confused. The other ones do not seem to notice. I look down, and I notice I unconsciously pulled my pants down before I urinated, but they are still holding me a few inches off the ground. The aliens become invisible and walk away, then drop me. I run to the bike, and touch it to see if it’s real. I turn to the aliens. I see the eyes of many aliens in the woods.
“Are you real?” I shout at them. They begin to disappear. “Is this a dream? A nightmare?”
They completely disappear.
“You are the devil!” I shout at them, and they vanish. I sit down and cry for a few minutes. Then, I pick up my bike, and walk it back through the woods. I stop crying. I feel the aliens freeze me again, this time from inside their ships.
I can hear their thoughts as they try to brainwash me. “FEAR-LINK, ENGAGE. ILLUSION SCREEN TRAUMA. ENGAGE. FALSE MEMORY LOADED. LOCK MEMORY, COMPLETE. REPROGRAMMING COMPLETE. TRAUMA DIVERGE (a series of numbers).” They use my unconscious mind to create an illusory memory of sexual trauma should I ever try to remember it. And in a sense it was, because it was against my will, but at the same time, it was not for some sick pleasure on their part. It was an examination.
I come out of my boyhood self. I didn’t realize I popped in like that. Raven is standing next to me. She puts her arm around me. “You okay, Nomad?”
“I... I am fine... just overwhelmed.”
She opens a portal to the Mountain in New Eden on the Green Moon. We sit in silence as we watch the sun rise.

Brainwave: Delta, Deep Dream State

I roll out of bed, and stand up. There are a circle of angels standing around me. They seem annoyed. “Dreamer, you violated-”
I see they are all actually demons. I laugh. They are now more annoyed I saw through their guise. “Hello, henchmen!” I grin.
“We are not your henchmen!” they pout.
“Well, I am about to go on some awesome dream adventures. You can come if you want. Or you can wander around in your gay angel costumes.”
“You’re gay.”
“You’re gay-ER! Bye!” I open a portal to the Moon. One of the demons grabs my ankle, and I have trail of them going to the Moon. In the wormhole, the Wyrm looks at me curiously, and I just laugh. We land on the landing pad on the Temple of Nowhere. I become a demonic cat god.
“Tonight, my brothers, we roll up on some dreamers, and make those mofos have nightmares. They want it, to become lucid.”
“Oh, they will be lucid all right,” one demon says, and cracks his knuckles.
“They will not forget any nightmare I give!” says another.
“And, they will have no dream control. I love deceiving people!” says another.
“Wait... you are the three main dream demons that tormented me as a child!”
“Yes!” They grin.
I roar, and instantly teleport all of us to The Battle Pyramid.
I become my Demon Self, Deathgawn.

I am nine feet tall, with skin like charcoal, and a black hole on my chest. I summon a flaming morning star, and crack it like a whip. I energize my energy shield that Selene gave me, but I form it into an armor instead of a sphere. I energize my boots. The Battle Pyramid increases in size by 1000 to accommodate my power. I energize my energy gauntlets. I pound one into the ground like a jackhammer, creating a mild earthquake. Dust fall on us, and the demons lose their footing.
“You can’t power up before battle! This isn’t Dragon Ball Z!”
They rush at me, but I just project my energy shield out from me, in a sphere, and they bounce off. My witchblade forms over my body. I float up off the ground, and magnetic mecharmor attaches to me. I summon a small iron shield, and the other armor forms over it.
One of the demons teleports into my energy shield behind me. I grab him, and throw him forward as I shrink the shield, and it burns him like acid. He screams, and teleports to the other side.
The other demons just look at me.
I grow in size as I grow six arms more arms. I summon the Moonblade, the Budgie Sword, the Witchblade. Four more empty hands. Shotgun. Machine gun. Two more arms. These arms have dragon tattoos on them my baby dragon pets, Skyfire and Hydro. The dragons come to life, and rest on my shoulders. Jo, my astral pet, my war beast growls off my forearm and rests on my hand. In the other hand, I summon the Flaming Sword of the archangel, Michael. The winged angel helm appears on my head, and burns into my scalp.
“You cannot wield the power of angels, brother!” the demons shout.
The helm burns into my flesh, but I ignore the pain. Suddenly, I can see... I see with the eyes of angels. I have finally discovered the purpose of this helmet! to summon the sword of Michael, to see with Angel Sight. I see the demons now, glowing orange. I see demons crawling all over the inside of the pyramid. Thousands of them. Thousands pretending to be three. Me against an invisible demon army. I like these odds. I crack the morning star like a whip, and cold blue electric fire shoots out of the iron ball. I throw the giant Budgie Sword, and the parakeets which make up the sword become a flock of thousands, which of course the demons laugh at, until each parakeet becomes a tiny blue blade, spinning faster and faster, bouncing off the inside walls of the pyramids, slicing through their bodies. I throw the Moonblade, and it goes out and comes back to me like a boomerang. Moonlight slices through them like butter. I lay down fire with my machine gun. The bullets split into ten pieces right before they hit. Fuck yeah. Then, I realize the bullets are covered with infectious nanomachines. Even fuckier yeah! The demons rush at me, but I blow them away with my shotty, which is somehow cybernetic steampunk cyborg beast. My dragons fly off my shoulders, and float through the air, in lazy figure 8's, burning and shooting ice bullets through the demons. They leap up on the the dragons, but slip off like water off a duck’s back.
Jo leaps into the fray, and bites demons on their throats, and whips them into the air like a terrier killing rats. Now there are four swarms of demons around each of us. I call my allies to me. I hit the Atom button on my belt, and the four of us shrink to microscopic size. I ride on Jo’s back, and one dragon lands on each arm. I merge with all three, so now I am an eight legged lion man dogdemon centaur beast with two dragon arms, one blue, one gold. My bat wings grow out of my back. I can hear the demons say, “Where did he go?” My energy, then witchblade, then mecha armor forms over me.
I go back to regular size.
“Shit! You are cheating!” they complain.
I shoot my dragons at them. The dragons fly out and spin, shooting ice bullets and fire everywhere. I ride into the fray, and rip the demons bodies’ apart. Selene appears, and opens a myriad of portals. I multiply myself. One Nomad for each demon. I rip them all apart, and summon the Mjolnir. I smash them to bits with the Hammer of Thor, and pull the portals closer to the bits. There is a woman flying around with a vaccuum cleaner, sucking the rest up. Then I realize it is Stephanie, the Biodome AI, looking out for me. All the demons are gone.
I sit down on the floor of the Battle Pyramid in exhaustion, then teleport back to the Temple. Sarnox comes out with pomegranate juice wine. I take a deep draught, then toss the goblet away. “Mahalo, brother.”
Skyfire and Rainstorm/Hydro appear in front of me. They smile, and I make it rain on them. They fly to the horizon of the jungle canopy. Jo appears next to me, and I pet him as he purrs like tiny rumbling earthquake.
“Uh, Sarnox?”
“Yes, m’lord?”
“Dude, don’t call me that.”
“Isn’t it annoying?”
“Yes.”
“My apologies, Your Grace.”
“Dude!”
“What?”
“What am I supposed to do next?”
“Well, you were going to give nightmares-”
“Oh right... boring...” I open a couple portals and toss some scary silvery bugs down the wormholes. “Ok, next?”
“The beacon.”
“The beacon is lit.”
“No it’s not. You turned it off.”
“Why did I do that?”
“You said it wasn’t fair.”
“I don’t care what I said! Turn it back on.”
“You turn it on! You’re the god here.”
“I am the god of Nothing!”
“And we are in the Temple of Nothing, asshole!”
“FINE!”
I teleport to the top of the pyramid, and it opens up. I slam a golden staff into a contraption, and a beautiful gold and green light beams down to Urth.
Sarnox teleports next to me.
“Is this fair?” he says.
“Well, dog, these kids are supposed to meet at this other pyramid on Earth, but they are probably going to end up here.”
“Why?”
“The Cool Factor.”
“Explain.”
“Well, the Temple of Nothing is pretty badass. When that Atras dude said for them to meet at a ziggurat, he may have had no idea that we fucking live here, dude! HAHAHAHA!”
“So, he accidentally suggested for these people to-”
I see dreamers flying up the beam of light. They land on the landing pad near us. There are eight of them. Five of which instantly disappear. They were vague anyway. I could tell they were losing the dream. Oh well.
“See what you did!” Sarnox accuses. “They got confused because of your stupid beacon, and they came here instead, and woke up because they don’t know how to bilocate yet. DUDE.”
“No, they are just learning. Just stop! There are three right here. Let’s talk to them. Hey guys, look at your hands. Stabilize the dream.”
They all begin talking at once. By their language I can tell one is an American, one is French Canadian, and one is Eastern European. I turn on my Babelfish.
The European guy disappears as he wakes up. The French Canadian dude says, “Ah, you are Nomad? You are the cat!” he laughs. “Cat and dog!” he says, pointing at Sarnox. The American guy says, “Hey, hey, it’s me, Atras. I made it! Is this the pyramid thing! Yes! Where are we? Who are you? Nomad? Is this aliens? Are we aliens? Holy shit! Are we on the Moon? Holy shit!”
“Calm down, breathe. I turn them around, and show them the Land of Nod.
The Canadian guy screams, “OH MARY OH JESUS!” in French and wakes up.
I notice Atras dream body quavers for a second at this.
“He’s okay, just be calm, and breathe.”
“Okay, sir.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
Atras laughs. “This dream, is amazing.”
“This is your dream," I tell Atras.
“Wait, isn’t this your dream?”
“This is just... dream.”
“We are pure energy.”
“Yes,” I say.
“We don’t need air to breathe.”
“No.”
“We are invincible, aren’t we?” Atras says.
“Yes.”
He flies into the air, transforming into an angel consumed in orange flame.
“I AM INVINCIBLE!” he shouts exultantly, and light beams of a thousand colors shoot out from his center. He laughs exuberantly, and disappears.
“DUDE THAT WAS FUCKING COOL!” I shout, and turn to Sarnox as we HI-5.

I am standing on the landing pad at near the top of the Temple of Nothing. I float up above the roof. The stone roof opens up to the sky, and a golden mechanical device, the SunDisk appears. I slam a staff with a globe made of circles at the top into the device. The globe spins, and the SunDisk which is a type of concave mirror, spins. Then, I point the Mirror at Urth. I see dreamers begin to float up the beam of light.

I am walking up a hill near the Mountain in New Eden on the Green Moon. Loaf is sitting there in silence.
I stand next to him, and inhale the view. It's breathtaking.



We communicate telepathically, in images, in silence. We turn, and smile at each other. We are both vampires. I am a dark energy vampire, and he is a red energy vampire. We leap off the cliff, and fly over the jungle canopy to the Land of Nod in which is my Vampire Castle. Sylvia is there, and so is Angel. Angel tells me to stop invading her dreams. I tell her she is on the Moon, we are not in her Inner World. She just says, "Whatever," and disappears. I guess she woke up.

"Who was that?" asks Sylvia, a violet and black vampire.
"She was my lover at one time."
"She seems nice. We were talking earlier."
"She is a lot nicer in dreams. But, she gets confused."

"Oh. And who is this young man?"

"Vampire Loaf."

Loaf looks around, and nods to Sylvia.

Then, we go hunting, feasting on the souls of the damned, allowing them to cross over as we drain their last bit of essence from this plane.

I am back on the Moon, in the Temple of Nowhere on the Landing Pad.
MoSh is waiting there for me with a green guitar. Raven is on drums and keyboard. “Cool!” She grins at me. I grab a microphone, and grow a didjeridoo out of my body. MoSh grows a bass out of his guitar, and strums a rocking chord on all strings. PLANET ROCK! DREAM RUNNING! I form a bubble around our band, and line up portals. We fly through dreams, a monster band, roaring and rocking. We change into crazed monster beasts and trounce through dreams. A lot of parasites try to attack us, but our bassline is just too godly. We come back to the landing pad through a portal.
“Do you think it worked?” MoSh asks.
“Probably not, but I hope so. For now, let’s ROCK!”
There is a huge crowd of the denizens of the City of Nowhere waiting to get their faces melted. Raven starts in with a tone on the keyboard, like an epic movie soundtrack, then, I rumble like distant thunder on the didjeridoo. MoSh hits a chord on his guitar, then Raven hits the drums, tch-tchakka boom BOOM BOOM BOOM!” The crowd screams, and we play:



An epic free-for-all battle ensues. It’s pure chaos. Q10 put’s a “don’t-die” shield over the crowd. In the middle of the song, I morph into my Demon Self, Deathgawn, and open my chest portal to NeverWonderHell, my Inner World. A host of Darklings pours out into the crowd, and joins the fray. Koomo appears out of my chest. “Did someone say, ‘Rock and Roll’ ?” asks the manbat King. Strange energy-sonic weapons like blades appear on his fists. When he swings them, it sounds like rock.
DJ TKO appears behind us, and mixes our music live. He looks like a giant man in a gorilla suit. I start laughing into the mic crazily.
The Muthafukkin Moon Orcs which are Russian fly down on giant black beetles, and join the fray, so it’s even more like the video. HAHAHA. WTF?
I wake up, rolling around, and laughing.
Wait? what? Where am I? Selene kisses me.
I wake up.

I float up out of my bed, and transform into Ganesh. Six arms grow out of my sides, and my face becomes lion and elephant as I grow a mane. I trumpet and roar. All the demons surrounding my bed bow to me. My fur turns panther black, and my eyes turn red. The demons toss plumeria flowers, the flowers of the dead, to me.
I float outside to the door, where my spaceship, Future’s Hope is waiting for me. My glistening silvery ship. I step in, and the AI is playing some epic rock... Something like Pyramid Song from Radiohead. No, this is the song.
DJ Hope, the AI of my ship asks me where I’d like to go tonight. I sit down in the pilot’s seat, and place large goggles over my face. I feel part of my energy split off... My astral body separates from my dream body, and ....

Astral Plane
My astral body floats through the side of the ship. I become aware of astral demons around me. They look like metal androids with many bladed arms. I mindfuck them, and bend them to my will. Now, you are my bodyguards, boys. Form a phalanx!
The scene changes. There is a house in front of me with reddish purple paint with white trim.
“Someone in here wants a nightmare,” I smile to the demons. They nod. There are angels in the area, looking suspiciously at the demons. I communicate with the head angel telepathically. He scans me to decipher what kind of being I am. “A dreamer? Just what kind of human are you?”
“I am a dreamer, dear, but I am not human.” The angel nods, and lets me pass, giving me a scrutinizing gaze. I just smirk as I morph into a shadowy thing. I crouch at the foot of the bed. “Wake up... wake up... heh hehe...”
For some reason, he is asleep. Ah, he is dreaming, and I am calling him to the astral plane. No matter, this is also a dream. I rumble like distant thunder. The young man stirs and sits up in bed, stretching. I slowly rise. He looks at me, and freezes. His mouth moves silently.
“Speak, boy,” I rumble.
“Who... what... are you?”
“I’m from the Moon! And you are dreaming!”
“No I am not! You are a demon! or a ghost? This is real!”
“No, you are in the astral plane, see.... uh...”
“Nomad?”
“Yes! I mean no!” I roar again, and the young man turns and creates a portal with his third eye. He doesn’t realize he did it. He turns to me, then turns back to the portal. Something like a tentacle or rope comes out of it, and he grabs on.
“This dream sucks! I’m out!” The thing pulls him into the portal and it closes. I walk back outside, and the angel rolls his eyes.
One of the astral demons says, “how’d it go?”
I smack him, and he flies across the yard into a tree.
“Now I am going to the Moon, bitches! Oh wait... I feel more nightmares are wanted. Hmm... First, I need to set up my dream running portals.... Yes, Sarnox will want to come, Jo, and Koomo... guess he’s busy on his home planet.”

I portal to the Moon, and join my dream body.

Dream Plane Dream
Alright, baby, Take me to the MOON!”
“Yes Master.”
“I love it when you say that.”
“Ugh, you have such a big ego.” I feel my ship roll her eyes.

We fly to the Temple of Nothing in the City of Nowhere in the Land of Nod on the Green Moon. She alights on the landing pad. There are two jaguars, a light one and a dark one, portrayed doing battle on the landing pad. Guargawn, my stand-in when I get bored of being a god, greets me, along with Sarnox, my Druid High Priest. “Wassup, god, wassup dog!”
We laugh and catch up on events.
“Well, the life here has gone completely apeshit, growing everywhere... remember that Juan guy with is sentient plants. Well, these creatures worship me now. I am trying to help them evolve to a level where they quit worshiping me. Let me show you my lab.”
We walk into the temple and into a room that Guargawn built. He has different plants in enclosures for study. “Hm, you should meet Washu and Janet.”
“Oh, we have been working together on this project. Who else is going to study dream flora and fauna? You? You bilocate too much, plus you remember only 2 to 5% of your dreams on a good night.”
“Really?”
“Most people it’s less than that. Anyway, we’ll come back to these later. I sense you have a lot on your agenda for tonight.”
“Some dream running, and some rock and roll.”
“Shit! Look at you!” Guargawn reaches into my dream body and pulls out a pink parasite. “Goddammit, Nomad!” he says, squashing it. “How the hell are you Juargawn, Lord of Nothing, when you can’t even control parasites?”
“Well my silver centipedes...”
“Fuck you silver centipedes, nigga! Some woman put a hook in you. Seal the wound. Pay attention! Look!”
I see a strange hole in my dream body which I cauterize with violet flame.
“Yeah, and I got sick in Wakeworld from those damn bugs.”
“And it’s not the first time.”
“You are right, brother.”
“Keep your shields up. We are being attacked on all fronts by all manner of creatures. You think sentient creatures are the only threat? Yet microscopic mindless creatures slaughter us relentlessly.”
I nod. I walk slowly out to the landing pad. I am amazed at the view. I sit down, and meditate. I realize that I am now a rakshasa, a lion-man. I form a golden aura around me, and seal it with blue light. I create colored orbs to move through my dream body, and cleanse myself. I sense Raven needs my help in the Healing Glen. I portal to her.
She is just waking up in the Glen. We are suddenly under attack by silvery flying disks. They are shooting orange lasers at us. One hits me, and burns a hole in my side. I ignore it, and heal the wound. The Frost Giant appears, and forms an energy shield dome over us. He hits an unseen button on an unseen belt, and armor comes out of nowhere and attaches to him.
“I thought this was sacred ground!”
“It is,” says the Frost Giant. “But, they don’t give a shit.”
Raven stand up, and changes.... She becomes taller, and her face changes shape, elongating to look like an elf or a female Grey. She is wearing a long black dress, and has two white horns spiraling to the sky. She grows to the size of a skyscraper. “I am Raven White, Queen of the Moon, and you have profaned this Hallowed Ground. I channel power you know not of!”
Raven begins to glow brighter and brighter, and I feel something like a tiny sun in the core of her being. The alien ships swarm around her. She laughs and bats them away. She roars, and pure white light beams shoot out of her body, vaporizing all the ships around her. The Frost Giant is running across the landscape, grabbing ships out of the sky, and smashing them in his palms. Joseph has multiplied himself into an army of giant eagles. He smashes the ships in his talons, and rips the aliens from their ships. They look like... children?
“Gah!”
For a second, even the Frost Giant is deceived.
“All illusion! Illusion of Nevergawn!”
I smack my head, trying to get my True Sight Ocular Implants to work... Just had to turn them on. I whip out my didjeridoo, and send out a frequency to destroy the transmission of the child holograms from their hologram projectors. I see they are not aliens, but Moon Orcs riding around on strange dog-pterodactyl creatures. Suddenly we are in the Danger Room.
“Guardians: ONE! Moon Orcs: ZERO!”
Raven takes off a VR helmet along with MoSh, Joseph, and I.
“MoSh, you were the Frost Giant?”
“You asked me to, don’t you remember, Nomad?” he smiles at me flirtatiously. I feel uncomfortable for the first time in this dream. “Hey, let’s have a drink.’
“Okay...”
We walk into a casino, the three of us. Raven surveys the scene casually. We sit at the bar, and are served strange drinks with things moving in them. “He doesn’t remember,” Raven says.
“We are all lovers, or were, at one time,” MoSh smiles at me.
“Uh... I feel weird.”
“Just drink.”
I drink, and memories come flooding back to me, but these are not my memories, these are the memories of a different Nomad, from a different universe.
“Okay... so, I and Raven are together, and you and Raven are together, but you and I used to be together?”
“Yes,” says MoSh.
“Oh, gross!”
He rolls his eyes. “Parallel universe, hello?”
“Right. But, what happened to the other Nomad?”
“He’s dead,” Raven White says flatly.
“So, you can keep dreaming with him, right?”
She looks at me and laughs. “This is no dream, baby. You’re in Wakeworld.”
“HOLY SHIT!”
I am so shocked by this, I wake up. I am in my bedchambers in my temple on the Moon. I am sleeping with three women in my bed. I float up so as not to disturb them, and stretch. I walk out to the landing pad. Selene joins me. I feel her caress on my arm.
“Baby, is this real?”
“This is real, this is dream. We are on the dream plane.”
“Are we in a simulation?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I turn to her, and look into her eyes, her beautiful dark dark eyes, dark as night. I realize she is an alien, and so am I.... We all are, and I am okay with that. We kiss. I feel like we haven’t kissed for years. Maybe it has been years on the Dream Plane?
“Selene, I want to know what happened when you were kidnaped.”
“I wanted to see what would happen if I let them kidnap me.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I was curious to the depths of their evil?”
“What happened?”
“They tried to rape me.”
“What did you do?”
“I dream-killed them.”
“Good. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do this?”
“You wouldn’t have let me go.”
“True.”
I walk around in a circle on all fours, and fall asleep, with Selene leaning on me.

***

I am back in the Fucking Concrete Underground Future, and my life is Hell. I am on the astral plane, and I am in the room where my Physical Body, my Real Body is. I see my lion-goat-centaur body twitch in the fluid in the cylinder. An alarm goes off.
“Shit he’s waking up! FUCK FUCK FUCK! Send him some sedatives! Slowly...”
I hear a scientist say. Maybe I should not be here. If I wake up here... I am dead in the past. I begin to float out of the room, when I am jerked into my Real Body. I feel like I am going to suffocate. What the hell is going on? I can breathe! I am blind. I see colored lights in front of my eyes. FUCK THIS MASK. Who is trying to brainwash me? I rip the mask off, and see a bunch of scientists running around through green fluid. One of them with a turkey like head turns to me, and we make eye contact. I scream into the air piece. I feel a strange calm as the drugs take effect. I float out of my Real Body, and back to the floor. One of the psychic scientists looks at me. “It’s not a good idea for you to be here, friend,” he says to me warmly. I nod, and create a portal back to the Moon.

***
I wake up in the Healing Glen. MoSh is there. “Let’s rock!” he says.

“Doh! I am about to wake up. Next dream!” I say.
He nods, and everything fades to white.

(This entry is named after one of my favorite comic series.)

I arise from my bed, a great horned demon. I am surrounded my demons waiting to attack me. I exhale, then inhale them into me. I chew them up, and spit them out, laughing.

"To the MOO- wait... nightmares? Some silly boys wants some silly nightmares?" I morph into Fear Form, a disgustingly terrifying bloated beast monster with hypodermic needles sticking out from all over my body. I roar, and baby spiders pour out of my mouth, and swarm over my body.

missing time

I am at Stonehenge, on the sacrificial stone. All the dreamers are around me, sleeping in coffins. I grab the fabric of time and space, and ripple it, flipping the dreamers into Outer Space. They awake groggily. I morph into a Shadow Demon with glowing red eyes.

Three are frozen with fright. Two of them laugh, and one wakes up from shock. Another two are still asleep.

The frightened ones suddenly absorb some kind of strange colored metallic armor from nowhere, and giant swords. We have an epic battle in space, and I forget about the nightmares.

missing time

I am with Raven at the Balancing Pools. We step in. I somehow have an excess of both dark and light energy. Apparently it was spinning around me inside, churning, which led to ill calm.

missing time

MOSH! Oh my God, your Inner World is magnificently strange. He opens a door to the back of the house... We are on a mountain in a tropical rainforest. There are rainbows, and colorful birds... The beauty is so overwhelming, all I can do is stare. Strange spacecraft fly by...

Is this the Land of Aud? Are we on the Green Moon?

No.

This, Man of Shred, is your Hidden Potential, I find myself saying to him.

Raven steps out from the house and stands next to me. The three of us stand in silence, just taking it all in.



MoSh opens a portal, and pulls Sam out. She is in obvious distress. We do healing on her. She calms down, and looks MoSh in the eyes. I hear him whisper, "Be hear with me, now."

I feel overwhelmed with empathic emotion, and I turn to hide my tears.

Raven says it's time to return to the Healing Glen. I nod. We return and do mutual healing on each other. The Frost Giant appears, and blows healing herbs on us, then gives us all pomegranate juice.