Nomad Chronicles

[Loaf]

Just like I pictured it would be, coindientally.

[WakingNomad]

Originally Posted by Loaf

Ha ha!



Me too. Sometimes I read things that support my hope for it, and other times I read things that make me lose hope. I'm going to the moon either way. Hopefully I'll see you there too. THEN WE CAN NUKE THE MOON TOGETHER. Heh.

Mm... Interesting. What I think would probably happen is you would be prevented from doing that, or you would nuke a Moon from another dimension. I smashed into the Sun as a giant solid planet, and created a black hole, then I went into the black hole. The Sun is still there in dreams. An army of demons besieged the City of Nowhere last night, and they got their asses handed to them on a silver platter.

If you want to do it, go ahead. I am not worried about it.

[Loaf]

Originally Posted by Loaf

Tempting... nah, I wouldn't want to.
There are few people who can share lucid dreams (apparently). I'd hate to make enemies of them. WN would probably just recreate the moon, and then crush me.

I wouldn't dare.

[WakingNomad]

Ack. I want to update all these dreams I only have notes on. Too exhausted. Not enough time or energy. this friggin craptop... freezes every 20 minutes... *sigh*

[WakingNomad]

In which I meet Professor X.

I close my eyes, and go into the astral. Shiva, lord of cannabis, guides me. I am in space. Proffessor X flies at me, looking exactly as he did in the Marvel game where he ran around in the astral plane.
He stops and hovers in front of me. "Hello brothah!" he says in a slight English accent. "I have been waiting for you to believe in me. We could not speak before this. You would have ignored me, calling me a DC." He chuckled as we flew to a giant mirror floating in space. I was Timelyst Knight, Lord of Night, a silver android wearing an organic liquid black suit.
"You see, we are the same!" he said. We looked into the mirror. He laughed and I grinned. Our faces slowly changed into devil's faces, then skulls, then sliver skulls, and back to flesh. "Just as you dream us, we dream you. We are channeling each others' realities, and also altering it with thoughts, just as we alter physical reality with thoughts first, then actions to alter matter. In a world of no matter, and pure energy, thoughts take on reality instantly.
We sat on the edge of a building. He summoned a submarine sandwich. He broke it perfectly in half. We had space suits on, but they were flexible, and easy to move in. We turned our helmets open. He offered me half. It had meat. I said, "No thanks."
"Aha, that's one way we are different. I am a vegetarian, but just not in dreams. I know you are, but you can eat salami in dreams."
I summoned a submarine sandwich with avocado, alfafa sprouts, and a whole bunch of vegetables, olives and mushrooms, with cumin and curry sprinkled on it. I broke mine perfectly in half, and I gave it to him. We both had chicken costumes on. He tried it, and liked it. He threw his other sandwich over his shoulder, and it disappeared.
"But, don't tell me you don't like root beer in dreams, right? That would go with this. You like, Barq's I bet, right? Barq's has bite."
"Ah, close, I used to. But, I really prefer IBC, but that's shit so expensive."
"Not in dreams, or in astral for that matter." He smiled and summoned a paper coca-cola cup with brown drink in it.
"What's that?" I said. "Cream soda, no, is that a coke? Gross."
"Rum and coke, lad," he laughed.
"Ah good, idea," I said, summoning a rum and root beer.
"Hey, let me try that!" he said, taking it out of my hand. I summoned another. "Ah, delicious," he said drinking. "Good call!"
"Now I am going to eat a hot dog, a big spicy hot dog, because I can eat meat, in dreams."
He summoned a big honkin red beef hot dog. He was about to take a bite, when I summoned a vegetarian hot dog, very spicy. "Hmm?" he said. "Let me try that!" He took it out of my hands. I chuckled and summoned another.
"Oh, this is good!" he said. He summoned sauerkraut, dill weed, mustard seed, and sprinkled it with cumin from nowhere. He took a bite. "Oh, now you have to try this," he said.
I took a bite. It was delicious. We suddenly realized we were wearing chicken costumes. We started laughing at each other. "How did this happen?" he said.
I think because I was chicken to offer you my sandwich. I was afraid you would not like it. "And I was chicken to try it, I was afraid of not liking it. Well, anyway," he changed tone.
"You and Rae are like me and Jean Grey. We are versions of each other from different dimensions. You are reluctant leader of the mutants, of the next generation of psychics. You want to fade into the background and this is a noble goal, but first you must amass so many other mutants around you than no one remembers you.
"Listen, Professor X, you can help Jean Rae. This is what you must do, though the journey will be painful: You must go into her dreams, and help her release her inner Phoenix. Then, she will be able to break the bond of the ogre. You have seen one of his demon helpers. He made a statue of it, and gave it to Jean Rae to watch her, not watch over her, but to watch her. His dreaming self may be doing these sorcerous things without even his concious mind aware. But, his intent to bewitch her has been successful insofar as she allowed it, so she could become a victim in her own eyes, and therefore feeling justified in doing whatever she wants, because she is a victim, after all.
"You may never see her again in waking life or ever hear from her. You are going to havee to trust me, trust all of us, that this is real, and if you do this in the dream dimension you truly do do this in her dreams, on the soul level. You know you have the power to walk in dreams, especially hers. She was the First. She was the Heartbreaker.
"You, Raven, and Warrior Tiger have been blessed with the Power of the Angels. You can appear to her in this form, and heal her. Koomo will teach you about battle empowerments. Selene has a gift to give to Rae in dreams. This will make her dreaming self stronger. It will be a weapon against the ogre. Once Rae breaks the bond in dreams of the Nightstalker, she will be able to break the bond in waking life, and become completely free. You may never have the satisfaction of knowing in waking life that you did this. You will just have to trust us, and trust yourself.
"I am not making you an offer, nor am I issuing a command. I am telling you how to do what I know you are already going to do. How do I know? I am from the future."
At the word, future, his voice sounded a like a thousand android roaring like thunder. I decided to come back here and tell you, because as I gazed into the past, I saw myself doing this. I then realized it was somehow my fate, in the sense that I had already done it. I did want to, but I did not resist the idea, realizing its inevitability. Apparently a paradox was averted, because we are both here.
"This may be the saddest, most heartbreaking thing you ever do in dreams. The source of your pain will be from your heart. You will see the one you were in love with, the one that was in love with you, now with a Nightstalking Ogre.
"You are going to do this whether you like it or not, because of love and fate. I am telling you how to accomplish the inevitable.
"Invite her into your dreams. Tell her she is beautiful, and teach her to fight. Bring her on andventures with you. She will seem like another entity like Selene, or Spike, or Pixy, but she will be as real as them, as you are, as I am, as Raven and MoSh are, and all your other Earth Pi Dimensions."
"Excuse me, what do you mean by "Earth Pi?"
"Because Pi is the number your Dimension was assigned by the Greater Beings."
"Why Pi?"
"Pie in your eye!" he said, and a whipped cream pie hit me in the face.
"Hey" I said, and did it back to him.
We laughed, and ate some pie. It was banana custard with lemon mereingue. We made the pie disappear.
"Well, every dimension, or multiverse, has a specific number it's built around, like Pi. There are many other numbers similar to that, but I don't really want to confuse you. Imagine a number based on a shape with four dimensions."
"Oh, that's mindblowing. Um, please continue."
"Eventually Jean Rae will become an accomplished dream warrior, and her phoenix will naturally manifest. Warn her. Tell her it is going to happen beforehand. Tell her she may not remember. Tell her she is going to become Phoenix incarnate. You see, you are me, and she is she, and that's exactly why that happened in the movie, telepath. I suppressed Phoenix in Jean Grey, but you must help Jean Rae unleash Phoenix. Then, she will have power to burn the bonds of the Orge, and free her self of his grasp. He will burn if he touches her.
"Even if she does not remember these dreams, the power she recieves from awakening her Inner Beast will give her the courage she needs to leave the man of her nightmares, literally.
"How horrible it must be to be stalked by someone close to you that knows you so well. He knows her fears intimately, and his dreaming self uses those to terrify her in dreams, and make her feel weak.
"After she learns she can fight in dreams, (she will be a purple and white cat person, wielding a trident, or a bladed staff), we will teach her Phoenix Eyes. When her eyes burn, she will see truth for what it is. All the creatures of the dream realm will be visible to her. She will see the Ogre for who he really is. This will trigger the Phoenix in her. Tell her she can induce Phoenix form by simply saying, 'I am Phoenix!"
"Yes, I will thank you."
"I knew you were going to do this."
"Yes."
"Your sister and brother-in-law will help you. You have many allies to guide you on your profane quest, O Heretic."
"Yes I do! O Son of Zeus!" I said in a trance. I was wearing dark green pants, over goat legs. I had no shirt on, and a vest of long fur, blowing in the wind. My hair was curly and brown, and I had a short goattee and a pointed face. I had two tiny horns, and The Beast, my sentient didjeridoo, was slung over my shoulder like a giant club. I was walking on a purple sand beach. There were purple mountains, under a purple sky, with a harvest sun. A raven flew behind me, and cawed. Then, a whole flock of ravens flew past me.
"Hello, _______" I said.
"Sh! Don't say that," a ______ snarled.
I said, "Hmph, why don't we just dream together?"
He stuck up his nose and flew away pompously turning into a cub with angel wings. He turned to me, his tongue lolling out, and winked.
I held my didjeridoo over my head, and I played it, breathing, focusing on my breath energy snaking up to the mouthpiece. It looked like I was blowing into nothing. My eyes turned a glowing red. My skin was a sickly dark yellowish green. I had purple fingernails, and bright red then yellow lips. My eyes changed color back and forth from red to yellow.
I slammed the Beast on the ground, with a a BOE-WOW! and the earth shook. "I feel power!" I said madly. Jo came up to me, and turned into Cerebus with a head of a Great Dane, a Pit Bull, and a Mastiff. I got on his back. There was a bridle on the center head. I grabbed on to it, and I swung the didjeridoo forward. It hungrily roared, and jerked us forward. Jo went with it, and leaped. We rode forward at a mad pace.
We came to a place that looked like Oz, but in place of the Emerald City was a blood red castle. Jean Rae was looking out of a tower with very long blond hair, like Rapunzel. She was quietly combing it, and singing to herself a sad song. I rode up to the gate, now on a small blue dragon, like in Altered Beast. I jabbed the gate with a lance.
"Open up, and face me, Ogre!"
The ogre teleported behind me, and bashed me on the head with a club. I blacked out for a second, and Jo turned around, and smote him with fire. I turned, and he ogre writhed and screamed in pain. Then, he said, "No, this is a dream!" Water shot out of his pores, and he turned into a red demon. He was standing on a wooden bridge, with the background of a hellish landscape.
I was aware of Jean Rae watching nervously. I transformed in a montsrous sized silver knight, as tall as the castle. I had a great silver sword, which I swung down at him. He rolled, and I missed. He laughed at me, then Jo turned into a three-headed dog again, and bit him across his belly. Jo shook him, and tossed him toward a Selene portal in the sky. As the ogre tumbled through the air, his wound healed, and he gained control of his flight. He flew down and away from the portal.
I changed into a cave man, and slammed The Beast on the ground. She roared and twin tornadoes came out. He dodged them, then let himself get caught in one, then slipped out with ease, saying "woot!" mockingly.
"Do you know lame, 'woot' is man? You're such a fuckin' nerd. Lameass."
"You're such a fuckin' nerd, yourself, man!" he said. He turned into a mirror, and made a caricature of a nerdy person in it, hoping I would look like that.I summoned a bunch of DC Lanterns, of every color, red, green, blue, black, yellow.... They were projected out of me on a semicircular black screen. Oh, well, that's the best I can do. Still pretty badass.
"We are nerds," they said charging their rings.
"Nice, try, ogre, but nothing close," I laughed. "You don't remember what I look like. I don't give a shit if you know what I look like or not, as long as you remember I look like this!"
I changed into a mideval version of Timelyst Knight. I was wielding a great matte black sword. I floated toward him, six inches above the ground. Purple trails came out of me. I had pale skin, and red eyes, and small fangs. I was a vampire. I had long white hair trailing behind me. The Lanterns all fired their rings.
He changed into a cartoon ram, and roared at them. He created a sonic wave that deflected all their energy beams.
"Damn!" they said, and disappeared.

Notes:
he kills her, i kill him
she reappears in my arms
we kiss
my children, he has them captive
we look under the castle, not there.
We fight in an epic battle. Raven and MoSh fight with me, and Warrior Tiger.
The ogre only has illusion.

Battle at dawn. We ride down with the rising sun to our backs. Shadows of the dawn.
We win.
The ogre dies, and there is a key. Skyfire and Rainstorm take us to his secret fortress on the mountain. We find the children. We release them. Her youngest is a half ogre-half elf.


"This is your dream! You can alter how you wish. Only let people into your dream that you wish. All other you can will out!" I said as I flew away.
"Thank you! I love you!" she called up to me.
"I love you too," I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. I flew into space, and I thought the dream was over.
"Hey, I heard that!" Jean Rae was suddenly in front of me, hovering with her hands on her hips. She teared up. She was wearing a sexy pink dress. Then, she cupped my face in her hands, and kissed me. I embraced her, kissing her passionately. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and whispered, "I should have done that a long time ago.

(to be cont'd)

Notes

Training: Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Smoke, Goregawn

[WakingNomad]

To Bridget Gray (who was recently attacked by her boyfriend, and was brave enough to put the pictures on facebook:

(this is a dream excerpt I will finish the whole dream later.)


I turned into The Devil, (I can morph in dreams) and walked to my magic mirror. I waved a black scepter in front of the mirror. Jerome appeared in space. He was dressed like Alladin. He looked confused. I shot an astral tentacle at him through the mirror, and pulled him into my dream. I altered the landscape to look like an erupting volcano. It looked like we could die at any second. I held him with my astral tentacle in front of my face. "I am the Devil Juargawn. Now, you are going to die, demon!" I roared like a jaguar.
"I am not a demon!" he said.
"YES YOU ARE!" I roared like a dragon, breathing fire on him like a blowtorch. He cried and begged me to stop.
"The Devil shows no mercy, fool," I snarled.
I skinned him with my claws, and held him by the ankle over a fiery cliff. He convulsed and screamed, then released fluids in fear.
"You will pay for your sins, Heathen!" I boomed.
"What the fuck? Is this real? How the hell do I get out of this nightmare?"
"Raa!" I roared like a lion, and I made magggots crawl in and out of his dream body.
You appeared floating behind me, wearing a sexy black skirt, a green tube top, and high heels. You had on copper bracelets, and a necklace with a copper pendant, and gold hoop earrings. You spat on him, and it burned him like acid.
"I hate you, you disgust me!" you said. You roared, and fire came out of your mouth and burned him. "No!" he cried. "I am sorry!"
"Sorry isn't good enough, pal!" I said.
You vomited, and said, "You fucking asshole! You made me sick, you poisoned me! Do you know how weak you made me feel? I don't care! I don't give a shit that you are in pain!"
You summoned a glass of water and drank it. "Fuck, I am thirsty. Mm, it's hot in here. Hmm, maybe because, we're in Hell, you bastard! You are getting what you deserve, and I don't care if you burn. Even if this isn't you, and it's all in my head, it makes me feel better."
You splashed your water on him, and it burned him like acid. He screamed and writhed in pain.
I turned to you. "This is a dream, but this is real. This is Jerome. It's his dream body."
You gasped. "Ah! No! That's horrible! Let him go!"
"No, I will not. He must pay. This is a dream. I am not hurting his physical body."
"But, you're making him have a nightmare?"
"Yes, you see, I am a dreamer, I am a secret shaman. I am someone you know, a dreamwalker, a seer, an oneiromancer. I walk through dreams. I don't normally do this to people. Usually it's about adventures, and having fun. Sometimes it's very sad. Right now, I am neither happy nor sad. All I can feel is pure calm anger. I am tormenting him in his dreams, for vengeance. I am making him have a nightmare.
"Isn't that right, Jerome?" I roared at Jerome.
He had shriveled to a little burnt slug.
"Ah! Let me go."
"No!" I roared.
I opened a portal, and I pulled him into a wormhole. You followed, flying behind me. "Who are you?" you said.
"Someone you know, a secret devil, a secret shaman."
"And you haven't told me you're a shaman?"
"No one believes in shamans, and least not in the Western World. Whatever, fuck it!" I laughed.
"You don't talk like a god, or a devil. You talk like a regular person!" you said.
"Correct. I am an American. We met at _________. My name is N_____," I laughed.
"What? Nathan... who?"
"Listen, it doesn't matter. You gave me dinner once."
"Oh! What?" you said.
"We are here," I said. "We are in the dungeon, queen. You may want to look away."
"No," you said.
There was a fat hairy naked man strapped to a table. He was getting raped by a wooden dog.
"Oh my god! That's horrible! That's disgusting."
"Let the punishment fit the crime. That man is a rapist. I have been doing this to him for years. Making him have these nightmares when I turn into the Devil. Funny thing is, I don't remember doing this til right now. I forgot about these dreams. Guess I felt guilty for them. I don't feel guilty anymore. I just don't. I think that's why I can remember this. Now, I have another creature to add to my menagerie, my collection of pain and madness. Yet, I am just. You can call me Lawful Good, or Chaotic Good, or True Neutral. It doesn't matter. This is not a fucking game. This is real life. This is the dream dimension, and here, I am a god. These mortals will be punished for their sins!
I turned into Baphomet, holding worm Jerome in my hand. He appeared to have passed out. I roared at the sky. Demon dream characters of my creation fell from the sky and danced in circle amidst a backdrop of flame. The rapist was on a stone table, and he had a large red apple in his mouth. He was wearing a shirt, and naked except for that. Then, he was at Stonehenge. A group of six armed robots and wheels on their feet spun around him. They had a knife in each hand, and flesh rotting off of their faces.
"And now it's dinner time," I said grimly.
"And now it's dinner time!" the robots repeated madly. One of the robots stabbed the rapist in the anus with a knife. He screamed and cried. Then, all the robots carved him up faster than I could see. Their arms were a blur.
"Oh, such mild punishment, for what you have done, you bastard. It's just a nightmare."
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am the Devil, you little shit! I am a real person. I am a shaman. I know what you have done, you fucker. You deserve to die. If I kill you, I go to prison, but, know this: For the rest of your life, I WILL HAUNT YOUR FUCKING DREAMS, BITCH!"
One of the robots disembowled the rapist. He was a bloody mess. He tried to push his guts back in his belly. "No," he whimpered. "I am sorry. Whatever it is I have done, I am sorry."
"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" I roared. "Shut the hell up. I am trying to talk, here."
"So," I said to Jerome. "Wake up!" I smacked him.
"Ah! What? You asshole!" He turned the rapist on Stonehenge.
He screamed in terror.
"That is not your fate," I told him. "Let the punishment fit the crime: physical pain."
"What?" he asked.
I changed the scene to a dungeon. Jerome and the rapist were stretched between four chains, one on each limb. The rapist was naked, but I let Jerome have green shorts on. Two crazed Mexican wrestlers appeared in black and red. They looked like they did a lot of steroids and cocaine. They had whips in their hands. They whipped Jerome and the rapist. They screamed in pain.
"Oh my god, you are insane!" you said to me.KRAK
"You don't have to watch. You can leave if you want, but I am going to do this whether you are here or not, whether you like it or not." KRAK
"No, I am going to stay," you said softly. KRAK
"Oh my god, that is so horrible!"
"They are horrible! I am going to make sure they never do this again! I am reprogramming their brains to equate causing pain with receiving pain instead of pleasure. Now look!" I pointed with a wooden wand, with a ram's head, and two rubies for eyes. Two Grim Reapers ran through their dream bodies. They screamed and began crying, talking about being dead.
"No, you are not dead!" I yelled. "The torture has only begun! You will wish you were when I am done with you. I am breaking your mind. You will learn a lesson. You will equate pain with pain!"
Black and white 2D images hovered in the air before them. The Mexican wrestler gagged the rapist. Jerome was seeing pictures of violence toward women. With every image, he would get whipped. "Stop it! Stop it!" he closed his eyes. I summoned tiny spider robots on his face. They crawled to his eyes, and peeled his eyelids open.
I summoned a wooden dog behind the rapist, and he got raped by it. He whimpered in pain. He was viewing scenes of men raping women. He got whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails with glass glued to the ends with every scene.
"I can't bear to look. This is horrible. You are mad."
"I am not crazy, but I am angry. You don't have to look at this ever again."
"Then, I won't," you said, and flew away into a wormhole.
"But, I will continue doing this," I said softly, and cracked my knuckles.
"Who are you?" they said.
I turned into Professor X. I was wearing a blue-black liquid suit, and I had a giant X across my chest, covered with throwing knives. On the center of the X was a bronze disk with a bat on it, my family crest. "I am Professor X. I am real. I am a mutant. I have extreme telepathic abilities. I walk wherever the fuck I want to on the dream plane. I know what you have done. I will continue to induce nightmares upon your feeble minds whenever the fuck I want to. I am real person, just like you. But, my telepathic powers dwarf yours as a skyscraper dwarfs a mouse. I will cause you pain, until you equate giving pain with receiving pain, you sadistic fucks. And now, you are going to die!"
I moved my hands at super speed, and threw about three or four dozen knives at each of them in about two seconds. All the knives hit them. They screamed for me to stop.
"Don't beg for mercy from me!" I said.
I summoned about two dozen giant hypodermic needles. I made the needles fly at them, then stop just before touching them. They whimpered. I laughed. The needles stuck them, and injected a light greenish liquid into them.
"You just got injected with poison!" I said.
The poison moved into their veins, and they screamed, and gagged, then coughed, frothing at the mouth.
"You disgust me," I said, and they bodies were full of maggots. I shook my head, and turned away.

[mowglycdb]

wow you can be quite evil heh. O.O scary

[Raven Knight]

"It is important to refuse to use the tactics of the enemy lest we become what we hate" - Q

If you are doing those things to the rapist purely out of an attempt to make him equate consequences with his actions then you are still ok... but if you are actually enjoying the act of causing pain then you need to re-evaluate your motives to be sure you don't start thinking like they the enemy!

[ebullere]

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

I summoned a submarine sandwich with avocado, alfafa sprouts, and a whole bunch of vegetables, olives and mushrooms, with cumin and curry sprinkled on it. I broke mine perfectly in half, and I gave it to him. We both had chicken costumes on.

This is making me hunger for dream food. Also, random chicken suits? Haha.

[WakingNomad]

Notes from yesterday

Fly with Seine to the Moon. demon sucks him into another dimension.

Battle with moon orcs.

last night:

woman crying softly, i summon evna and saber

battle in the desert with the false altair

i summon the orc lord

battle with the demons, of the AntiSeine it's like whak-a-mole