The Nomad Chronicles

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.