The Nomad Chronicles

Nomad wake up!

Lila shakes me. I wake up on the other planet. “Lila, what is the name of this place?”

“Earth, you idiot. Get up. There’s an earthquake coming. It’s going to get worse.”

We begin to run out of the building, then I instinctively wrap my arms around her, and teleport use out of the building. She says, “I didn’t know you could do that!” and kisses me.

The ground starts to bend and split. I fly up into the air, and we hover as the madness below ensues.

Shit, shit. I turn into Superman, and put a Green Lantern ring on. I feel over-fucking powered. I slow down my perception of time in order to speed up. I run around rescuing as many people as I can. Still, I can’t rescue everyone. Some people die.

A little girl dies in my arms. Tears roll down my cheek. I feel like screaming.

I wake up. Lila is sleeping quietly next to me.

“Nomad? Nomad?”

“I was just having a nightmare.”

“Nomad, everything is real. You know that. Tell me the dream.”

I stare at a candlelight as I tell her the dream telepathically. She snuggles up to me, and I fall back to sleep.

This time, I am in a jungle. I am a stone age man with a bone club. There are men with spears hunting me. I run into a tree, and perch on a shadowy bough above the path. There is a group of four men, no... five. One huge slow man is trailing behind. It’s a fucking man-troll, a Nephilim, a giant.

The four men run underneath me. I drop down with a club smash to the head of the man in the rear. The others turn, but I am already leaping forward to smash the spine of the man in the front. I spin my club and smash the spear shafts. They try to grab my club, but I whip around in the center and break their wrists. One man draws a short wide sword with his unbroken hand, and our weapons clash as he slices part of my club. I bring it down to the bell of sword, and dent the bell into his hand. His hand drops as I smash the other attacker in the mouth with the blunt end of my club. I swing it in a short arc to smash the other one in the temple. They both drop. I feel the giants steps on the ground. I see him, and throw my club, spinning it. The end sharpened by the blade of the sword sinks into the giant’s left eye, and he drops to the ground on his back. I pick up a large rock, and slam it down on top of my bone club, driving it through the back of his skull. His body twitches as he dies.

I take his dagger and cut his heart out. I stand on a boulder, and look down a hill. There is an army of men running up to attack me.

I scream, “RAAAAAAA!” and thrust the giant’s heart in the air. It’s bigger than my head. “I have killed your champion. Hunt me like an animal, and I will attack you like the savage beast that I am. Here is your precious champion’s heart which I just tore from his body!”

I pour blood from the heart into my mouth, and spray it at the soldiers, then I take a bite, and spit it out.

“Worthless, worthless meat. No mana!”

I fling the heart into the center of the soldiers, and they run away. I laugh heartily then beat my chest. I wake up laughing.

“Nomad? Nomad? You woke me up, laughing in your sleep.”

“Huh? What?”

“What were you dreaming about?”

“Um... I ... don’t remember... you were there? no? Wait, am I dreaming?”

“Yes. You always are.”

Oh yeah... I go back to sleep.

Now, I am in a jungle with Lila, but she also looks like Selene. I am confused. “I am a version of Selene on the astral plane, Nomad.” I stare deep into her eyes. I can tell it’s true. I feel relieved. We walk to a stream, and we stop in the middle to kiss as fish swim around our knees. It’s strange, her face looks different in this dream, but I know it’s Lila.

“Lila means Night, and Selene is the Moon Goddess. Tell me what this means.”

“I am night, you are night, Raven is the goddess of Night. You are the god of dreams. Nothing is as it seems. Anyway, Nomad, me explaining things, using all these silly words, it’s so unnecessary. Let’s just kiss.”

We kiss, and begin communicating telepathically. It feels amazing. We begin to make love, and Lila teleports us to a pocket dimension. All around us is beautiful swirling colors around lovely shapes like stalactites and stalagmites melting into each other. “There is only us here, in the pocket dimension. It’s so tiny, so perfectly small and temporary, no one will ever find us. This is my specialty. There is great freedom in privacy.”

I feel us melting into one another. I feel her dark side, and I feel Selene. I feel like we are everything and nothing. Time does not stop, it ceases to exist. We move beyond time, and I feel all my lovers. I feel an amazing completeness. God worshiping Goddess, Goddess worshiping God. Gawn is Pan, and Pan is All. All is Gawn. We are here... now... nothing... present...

I wake up, and I am lying on my side caressing Lila’s hair. She turns her head, and screams at me with a harpy face. I scream. “Gotcha! Keep you on your toes!”

I turn into a demon. “That’s not nice.” She laughs at me, and grows horns. We kiss, and the moon rises and sets... Everything fades to black...

The god of Nothing’s Lecture

I am standing before a class in a college. I am a lion-man, a rakshasa. I am wearing a suit. I am introduced as the god of Nothing. The students laugh.

I walk to a podium. “Students, it’s all true. I am the God of Nothing. I am the Nothing God. I rule Nothing. I am nothing. Nothing is real! The god of Nothing is Real. Nothing is True. Nothing is Here. I ventured on a epic dream journey, and not only did I learn nothing, I learned I am the god of Nothing Incarnate. I am Tezcatlipoca, I am the Zero God!” Guargawn appears next to me, and we merge. We roar, and the students scatter like giblets being smashed by a rubber mallet.

The dream shifts. We are now in a ampitheater playing a concert. “We are Nothing!” we shout into the mike. The dream shifts, and we are tumbling down a very long wormhole. I begin to feel seasick. “Just focus on nothing!” Guargawn shouts. I close my eyes, and point them toward the blackness of my third eye.

I land in a desert at night. Guargawn separates out from me. We are now cougars. don Juan stands nearby looking somewhat bored and annoyed.

“Oh, just merge already. Stop wasting your time and my energy. Come over here. I have something important to tell you.”

We do it. He changes into a cartoon woman, and shouts; THIS IS DREAM.

I am at my laptop, looking up meanings of Lila...

Lila, lilac, delilah, lily... Night... Lilith, first wife of Adam... dark-haired...

[I]
The name Lila (or Lilah) can also be found amongst apocryphal myths and Jewish folklore as a diminutive of Lilith, Adam's alleged first wife, who rejected him and became the mother of demons, murderer of infants, and the "original" seductress. Literal translations of the name include "Night". The word "lullaby" possibly has roots in a plea for Lilith (or Lilah) to pass by, sparing a child. For additional info, I highly recommend the Online Etymology Dictionary ([url]http://www.etymonline.com/[/url]). For an interesting perspective, check out the title song of "The Night" by the band Morphine, which demonstrates a refreshing erudition; so rare in contemporary music. It is also a hauntingly beautiful love song, replete with dual meanings.[/I]

Weird... Morphine is one of my favorite bands of all time... but they are kind of obscure...

Lila walks up behind me slowly as the song plays in the background... She hums to the tune of the song in a smoky voice... Now she just got 15 years younger... Weird... How old are you anyway? In waking life?

"Everything is illusion baby.. What do you want me to be?"

"You're weirding me out... GO AWAY!"

She runs to a living room in a cave, and curls up on the rug transforming into a cute baby stegosaurus. I feel weirded out still.

"Oh, look at you, Nomad," she laughs. "You are so utterly weak to the push-pull of the succubi. This is what you don't understand: you think succubi only pull, but what we do is actually a push-pull attack which is very disorienting. See, I attract you, and simultaneously repulse you. I am in control of the situation at these times, which makes you very vulnerable to a direct attack. Your healer/vampire ex is such a creature as I am. I can heal you with my touch. Warm, red love energy..."

I move close to her. Red energy comes out of her hands, and flows over me. It feels something like thick air... electric... "...can quickly change to rage!"

She alters the energy to attack, and I feel like I am being pricked with a thousand tiny needles. I scream in anger. She absorbs it as I transform in a red werewolf. She becomes more powerful. I change into an ice wolf, and she deflates.

"You are learning. Remember, every time you are repulsed by me, I am teaching you to see through the wily guises of the succubi, and be aware of their push-pull methods of attacks."

Hyu and I are on the edge of a lake in what feels like the mountains in California. Yuya and Selene are splashing in the water, teasing each other.

Hyu and I run to the lake, and jump in.

***

Lila is with me most of the night, commenting on my dreams. Annoying, yet fascinating.

***

Lila and I are in a room in a government facility, though we are on that other planet, and the government is not really a creepy or controlling thing. We are staring into each other's eyes.

***

I am reclining on a couch in what feels like a temple in Ancient Greece. Lila is caressing my hair. She whispers, "You weakness is women. Don't ever let me cut your hair, Samson."

I reach up and caress her face.

"Damn, you're beautiful."

"Don't get lost in my beauty. I am a shapeshifter, after all."

She morphs into a Gorgon.

GAH!

She laughs.

***

Lila and I are in a room of the Dreamhackers. She says the Russians and Americans are supposed to be one nation. I don't understand. The yin-yang of the White Race? I am so confused. Every race has a different specialty we were bred for by the Annunaki...

***

Lila and I are in that strange waiting room. She tells me Selene is my dream wife, and she is my astral mistress. I am confused. She laughs and kisses me. I push her away. She looks hurt.

"I don't get it. I know you, and yet I don't. You are like every woman I have ever been with, except Selene. You all have a dark side."

"Selene has a dark side, too, but she would never let it hurt you. I, on the other hand, am not as strong as she. I am not perfect, neither is the universe. It's true, you have to protect yourself from me to a certain degree. It's the nature of human relations. But, I want you to know, I am always your partner, here on the astral plane. I know you haven't thought of yourself as adept on this plane, but, I will teach you what you need to know."

I am sitting in a waiting room. I instantly know I am on another planet. [I]Look at your hands... eleven fingers. Eleven perfectly shaped normal looking fucking fingers- no wait= 10? Nine... Shit. Okay, there is some hot alien chick with kind of a purple bird head walking in front of you. But, she looks completely fucking real and detailed. SHIT SHIT SHIT. Ok! Wait... this is because I had that Blur Lens removed finally... or I am really here? Is this like an OBE... or is my dream body here? Was I abducted? Yes! It worked!!! AHHAAHA

SHIT! IF I am on an alien planet, I AM FUCKED. What the hell do I do to survive? They are going to eat my brain![/I]

I look around the room. I am sitting on slightly worn bright green furniture which curves around a room with no straight lines. We are either underwater, or they have aquariums that look like windows. I see fish swimming about. All the people in the room are different types of anthromorphs.

Everything is so vivid, I just accept I am on another planet.

The bird-woman is the Russian woman, I somehow know. "Fuck, I have to pee," I tell her.

"No you don't. Stop being silly, and morph into something more respectable than a babboon. We don't like sapiens here!"

I morph into a zebra. She laughs. She walks over to me, and licks my face. I feel her telepathically communicate with me. "This is a dream, and this is real. This is a real place, you are really here. You do have a lot of your dream powers here, but not all. You are somewhat limited, because you are in the astral plane of another dimension, which is actually a physical dimension to some beings that perceive it as such. This being so, you must be cautious in your actions in this "dream," because this is a [I]real dream.[/I] Do you understand?"

I sigh, and exhale, "Yes, I know."

"Alright, just remain calm. We are going to meet the mayor."

We are ushered by a rusty orange robot on one wheel to the mayor's office. It looks amazing. We are inside a giant steel and glass sphere in the middle of the ocean. A single walkway ends at a small circle in the center with a desk on it. There are no railings. The sphere is hundreds of feet across.

"Welcome, to the Ocean of Hollow Earth." He floats to us in midair. Then, I realize I can also levitate. We all are. An astral tentacle snakes out of his third eye, and taps mine. He gives me a telepathic download. He is an ancient being, and understands how corrupt and dark he can be, as the universe itself can be harsh and cruel. He turns me to a mirror in a dark place, and forces me to look at my Shadow Self. I vomit in disgust. I hear a strange voice shouting at me to embrace the darkness. I tie a bandanna over my eyes. I see my Shadow Self perfectly, but nothing else. He stands out even darker against the pitch black dark void. I lunge toward him, and consume him. He leaps out of my mouth.

I turn into pure light, and draw him into me, then we spin into a yin-yang. The spinning stops... and I am at peace.

I am back in the strange sphere, lying on my back. I am a rakshasa, a lion man, now.

He shows us a game preserve. He says he built this in case there is some catastrophe, such as nuclear war on the Crust which may affect the beings of Hollow Earth.

[I]For some reason, after I removed this Blur Lens from my third eye, my dreams have become increasingly insane. I would not wish this on your soul. It's like the kundalini of my dream body has arisen. I feel energy surging through me in dreams, and sometimes while awake. My body is sore, in part from battling in dreams. I am trying to stop. Maybe I am Tezcatlipoca. Maybe I must battle Quetzy on 12/12/12... Maybe it's all bullshit. All I know is shared dreaming is real, and it's the craziest shit I have ever experienced in my life.

I am not bullshitting you, but if you think I may be lying, please assume I am and read on. You are somehow entertained, are you not? even if you know I am lying, how I draw you in! How do I do this? you ask. Because I know you want to believe shared dreaming is real. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be reading this right now. If you want to find out if it's real, stop asking me to prove it GODDAMMIT. I am not special. You can do it too, but it's not easy. And, it's not always fun. Sometimes, you must walk through the fire to see the truth. But, if you tell yourself it's only a dream, you will feel no pain. If you think it's real, then you will be in Hell. But, don't blame me when you beg me to make you lucid and I manifest as a great red devil-dragon vomiting an army of ghosts. [/I]

I look up from the paper, and lick my quill. I am at the desk of Gawn AKA Lucifer when he wrote The Great Heresy into the Bible. I tie a red ribbon around the paper, and shoot spitwads out to all the internets with lucid dreaming in it lol. I torch the letter, and stand up.

I am against a background of green fire, only, it's an orange fire. I am a devil-man. I laugh uproariously at my demonic manifestation, as in waking life people say I look like Jesus. Apparently, my mother doesn't like it. Wait? Who is that woman with the apron? I see her as fifteen different women. It's confusing. One looks really sexy. I keep staring at that one, but one looks like my mom, okay, now I want to vomit. It's the Russian Dreamhacker.

She morphs into one, and slaps my face. "Such a simple psychological ruse. You already lose the first round of our battle, you little cat mouse pig."

She morphs into a sexy chick with a cartoon mouse face. I am simultaneously repulsed and attracted.

ROUND 2: LILA

"Wait Q? What the hell? When did this start?"

Lila runs up to me exuberantly, with a sweet smile on her face, and kisses me. I feel her suck the energy out of me. I push her away in anger.

ROUND 3: LILA. Hmm.. Ya just got SKUNKED NOMAD.

Thanks. I see that. Rub it in, why don't ya?

Nomad... got skunked... by a succubus, oh yeah, he sucks, no she does, he thought he was a vampire, but he sucks, oh yeah...

DUDE SHUT UP!!!

I lunge to Lila, and pull her into me, as I transform into my vampire self. I kiss her passionately on the mouth, and I pull her energy into me... it's like wine... no... like... absinthe...

This is not just me stealing energy... it's some kind of... dark communion...

I allow her to bite me on the neck, and drain my dark energy...

I feel balanced. I have one eye that is my normal human color, and the other is red and black. We stare into each others eyes. Telepathic communication... I see it all.

She's an alien...a walk-in... She walked into a dying woman's body... Dying... of a poison, an assassin herself... her residual energy is there still.. a rakshasa...

We were together in Atlantis... as some kind of canine creatures... like Tasmanian wolves... now extinct..

Suddenly... I am hurtling through a vortex.....

I realize the invisible woman is Selene.

[I]I am always with you, my love, in every dimension, a part of me is with you, and a part of you is always with me. Two hundred years in the future to the beginningless past, I am with you.[/I]

I feel her cuddle next to me, then I begin to see her as the sun sets, and the moon comes out.

"Didn't you know I am invisible in sunlight? well, direct sunlight," she giggles.

I stare into her large dark eyes. "You look just like..."

"Sh... it doesn't matter. I am me, a sentient being..."

I feel our energies merge together, and we have a conversation deep beyond words. The meanings are emotions and thoughts, primal and universal. I feel like the earth loving the moon.

don Juan and I are sitting in the Sonoran desert on a plain. He is packing a long wooden pipe.

"Diviner's sage," he grins at me.

"I don't need that shit."

"Oh, but in dreams you do."

A rattle snake crawls on to his lap, and flicks its tongue at me in curiosity.

"You're a fucker, you weird interdimensional shaman thought form thing whatever the fuck you are!"

He takes a hit of the salvia, and hands it to me. The pipe is four feet long. How did he light it? He smirks and lights it for me. I take a long draw. It tastes like white sage.

I scream as I fall into a white mothy abyss. Particles of grey shoot through my pores as I fall sideways into a maddening hell of intersecting eyes, like a TOOL video.

I am suddenly back in the desert. I impulsively slap don Juan's face. He is about to slap me, but I stop as I stare at my bloody hand full of glass. Apparently I just smashed a mirror. The pieces are one the ground now, squirming into it, trying to hide from me. I desperately try to lick them up. I get a few before they disappear into the dry desert soil.

They taste like magical rice candy as the pieces dissolve in my mouth. I lay on my back, and drink wine from an invisible glass poured by a sexy invisible woman. I feel her breath on the back of my neck even though I am lying on my back.

I am semi-lucid.

I am sitting at my computer. It's on fire. Everything is on fire. I am not afraid at this point, but I could be.

The fire stays within the tower.

Radiation Dreams...

I am playing a game in a house where someone is radiation. I stand in the center of the house, and laugh maniacally imitating the man that is radiation. Four women scream, and run around in a circle through different rooms, then realize it's me doing the laughing.

***

The Russian Dreamhacker chick is giving me instructions... We are in a study in an old English house...

I am sitting down at a wooden desk in a field of wildflowers on a mountain somewhere in Europe. I am writing a letter with a quill:

[I]I am looking for people willing to delve deep into oneiromancy with me, to hack into this dream matrix.

Everything is illusion, everything is real. Life is dream, dream is life.

This is a team of superheroes, of fantasy heroes, of sci-fi heroes, of everyday heroes. We are whatever we want to be. We are Dream Warriors. I am on a quest for the truth. I seek to see through illusion always.

You will endure frustration and pain, and look at your dark side in the mirror.[/I]

I magically make copies of it, and seal them in envelopes with a wax seal, and press my signet into them. I send them all over the world on the wind, to tribal peoples, to secret government agencies, to lucid dreamers, remote viewers, and astral projectors.

Five people appear before me. One of them looks somewhat solid, but all are flickering holograms. The solid one is a woman RV'er that I recognize from the pocket dimension.

She shakes my hand, placing a small spiked object in it.

I wake up on the Moon.

I am chilling with don Juan on a mountain in Arizona. We are smoking weed and sage out of a long peace pipe. “Look, soldier. The enemy approaches, and yet none is there.” I see a swarm of locusts, and zombie confederate calvary approaching through the desert, then they suddenly vanish.

“Nothing is real, blah blah blah.”

“The way of the shaman is upon you. Listen to me.”

He roars into my ear like a demon. I feel like I am falling into Hell.

Dream Diverge

1) I fall into Hell. Everything is obscene. I alter my perception. Now the same thing is beautiful.

2) I am still with him on the mountain.

“All those drugs are just gates, man. You found the gate, and now you can open it any time. But even still there is a superior way: do the drugs in dreams in your invincible dream body, and find the doors that way. Do only drugs that benefit your physical body. Avoid drugs that are only for symptoms or to alter your mind or mood. For that, we have the Realm of Gates.” We have been walking on a old dirt road in what feels the 1600‘s of New England. He swings an iron gate to a graveyard. We walk through, but all the stones are now gates. They have names of different drugs, mindsets, brainwaves, and chemicals in our own bodies named on them. We return to the mountain.

“Now you know where that is, I will reveal you the mysteries of the universe.”

“Yeah right.”

Suddenly I feel like my soul is melting, and vaporizing into steam by the ray of a star. I feel like screaming, but I can’t conceive a scream due to the fact I feel like my mind is completely gone. I am nothing and everything... I am the universe... everything is. All is one, and one is all. Everything orbits around everything else. I am really one snaking centipede not really moving through time, but growing through space, using time as a vehicle.

I slam my fist down on to the surface of the dream. BAM.

“GRANT MORRISON!” I shout.

He appears before me, like Professor X in a leather jacket. “You are beginning to get it, Nomad. I am you. Everything is you. Everything is everything. We’re all just part of this childish larval universe, and I am cool with that. Star in your own movie. Write yourself into your dreams. Write your life and may it be so.” He flips me off, and laughs, then disappears.

A graphic novel appears before me.

It’s called: NOMAD: Oneironaut
A second one appears in my hands. It’s called NOMAD: Oneiromancer

A series appears in my hands: The Nomad Chronicles

A miniseries appears in my hands: WEEDMAN

A video game console appears before me. It’s called the Wii 3. You step into a suit to play video games. I put the suit on. I am in a lucid dream video game. I am playing myself. I see Raven, Tigress, and Mosh characters in the game.

I excitedly summon a pen and a book, and begin writing a book about myself....

There is a writer... he is a lucid dreamer... in dreams, he is called Nomad. He becomes a god in dreams. It’s a joke... no one gets it... He dreams of a beautiful woman called Selene... He dates two women that look like her... like Grant Morrison... He writes of himself becoming a superhero, Weedman, a multimillionaire playboy writer who dons a ridiculous cannabis Green Man costume at night, and runs around giving people the cure for cancer.

He writes of himself having a hot girlfriend who is his best friend. He draws sigils and burns them. He forgets he does this. The sigils work. Aliens laugh in joy at his magical madness. He forms a gang of dream warriors, calling themselves VIRUS with the goal of infecting the Hive Mind with the revolutionary idea of equality and peace.

The writer is about to write about himself getting abducted by aliens, when aliens abduct him, mind, body, and soul. He visits planets in Sirius. He is only gone for five minutes of earth time. The writer appears back in his bedroom, writing about getting abducted by aliens. Everyone thinks he’s insane, but he’s making the comic book companies a lot of money, so they don’t give a shit.

He publicly states that IBM worked with the Nazis to help them track down Jews to kill them in the death camps. His publishing company cuts all ties with him. He starts his own company, and buys all the equipment in cash.

He makes e-comics and paper comics. The comics are all completely true, but he writes them as fiction.

I close the comic.

What the fuck? That was insane.

I write in the air, “Tomorrow, I will meet a beautiful woman.” I erase it, and write again, “Tomorrow, I will have a conversation with an interesting, single beautiful woman.” I erase it again. “Tomorrow, I am me, as I always am, and always will be.. a part of everything, and nothing...” I smash the words together into a sigil, crumple it up, and eat it.

I am on a strange boat made of wood and bone.

I am sailing through dreams with the god of the dead... Morpheus...

WTF is going on?

Listen, Nomad, everything you were ever taught is a lie. Nothing is true. Everything is possible. You are the god of dreams, of death, of nothing. You are Nothing Incarnate, and everything simultaneously, for every point in the infinite multiverse is connected to every other point through a line. Everything that exists, and everything that does not exist is all part of one big thing, which is All.

Stones fly through the sky and smash our weird ship. The dream wiggles and changes.

I attack this god thing, leaping upon his chest, and biting into his skull. I chew a piece of it, and swallow. I start coughing, then I have an acid trip. It's like a TOOL video made by Alex Grey.

I slap my head.

I am in Hollow Earth, having a picnic with Raven, Sylvia, Angel, Selene, MoSh, and Asuka....

I am so confused.

A hole opens beneath me, and I fall in. I clamber at the sides, then I just surrender...

I wake up and stretch. I am at the house I lived in in Aina Haina, the weird A-frame...

I was 14 at the time. For some reason, I go outside and check the mail.

It's a letter addressed to me, the return address is a date 200 years in the future, and it says, "UFRUMTEHFUTUREE".

I open the letter, and it sails out of the envelope. I chase it, but it lands, and becomes a 2D image standing in front of me. It looks something like an origami robot hologram in the shape of adult me, but the hair looks ridiculously styled.

The hologram opens his chest, and images appear like a movie. I am drawn into it. I feel like I am falling into a graphic novel. I am three inches high standing on an open comic book on a desk in a boy’s room. The boy walks in with a backpack, and sees me. He stops and his eyes widen.

He lunges to grab me, but i jump into the comic book.

I am in a concrete underground city. I scream in terror. I feel claustrophobic. Where is the sky. A man appears next to me. He looks like me, and also like Timelyst Knight my android Future Self. “I am not you from the future. I am your True Self, and You are now Here.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“This is where you are from. This is where your Real Body is. You are sleeping in an underground bunker 200 years in the future in the bowels of Oahu.”

“Alright Morpheus, cut the bullshit.”

An astral tentacle extends from his third eye to mine, and he downloads information not in words, but images. I see myself born as a faun with lion claws on my hands. I have a lion-ish face, with a big goattee. I am born to two parents who look pure human. My mother sets me in a dumpster. Two mutants come by and rescue me right before the trash truck robot comes.

I grow up in the slums with other mutants. Humanity is enslaved. Most people are now chimeras, a mix of animals and humans, but the pure humans rule everyone else. The world is all concrete underground prison cities.

A shaman sees me dreaming power, and trains me.

The mutant government asks me to be part of their secret program, what could possibly be a one-way trip. They describe their program to me. They have discovered time travel. They have learned that the soul can travel through time while dreaming or while the mind meditates. But, the soul can never be made physically manifest in another time, until now. They have been experimenting with hibernating people for extended periods of time to increase their dreaming power. These oneironauts have been sleeping for days and weeks on end, lucid dreaming for weeks of real life time.

Then, they hibernated three brave souls for a year. Their goal: soul insertion. These oneironauts would try to somehow insert a portion of their energy into an embryo in a human womb in order to physically manifest in the past.

The people in this time can communicate with the sleepers, because they all talk in their sleep, which is mainly a stream-of-consciousness.

All the people were apparently able to do this soul insertion, but their manifestations in the past all died when the people awoke. When they were put back to sleep, their past manifestations were ghosts looking at their own dead body. All the past manifestations were ten years old. After the people woke up from this, they were all so traumatized they went insane.

We hibernated three more people for two years. One past manifestation died before the two years and the person awoke screaming. They screamed until they were hoarse. Then they cried for two weeks. Then, she killed herself in the town square. The others’ past manifestations died when they were twenty.

The two people awoke. They were extremely depressed. One slipped into catatonia. The other spoke for awhile about his experience, but he was frustrated that he could never remember his mission in the past timeline: to warn the people of this nightmare future that they may avoid it. He said we wasted two years of his life, but at the same time, he was grateful to be able to have lived another life, and see the beauty of nature, and the sun, and water. He has become a recluse and incessantly draws pictures of trees all over the city.

We realized that for some reason one year of hibernation equals one year of past physical manifestation. In order to have the person remember their mission after the trauma of soul insertion, they must live longer, and in order to come back with a peaceful and sound mind, the person’s past manifestation must live a long full life.

So, we asked you to hibernate for ten years. You accepted. Your present manifestation is always on the brink of death. It’s not easy to keep someone alive and healthy yet asleep for a decade. There is always the threat of civil war, earthquakes, flooding, fire, fallout. We are fucked. Travelers from the future have already warned us of a nuclear power plant failing in seven years from now. We all live underground. There is no way to go but the surface, but the way is heavily guarded. Most people don’t even believe the surface exists. They think it’s a myth. Plus, there are millions of us now in here.

We are planning to escape. But, because we have the technology and magic to time travel, we are taking a multi-pronged approach to tackle this problem. Our species is about to make itself extinct. Maybe we deserve it. But, I don’t want to die, and neither do you. We are doing everything we can on this end to keep your original physical body alive and well. If you die before a hundred, you will wake up here, and report to us your findings from your lifetime 200 years in the past.

He lets go of the astral tentacle.

My eyes are bugging out of my head. We are standing on a busy street now. Everyone around me is a chimera of some sort.

“Would you like to see your real body?”

I nod slowly.

We teleport to a room with a large tank in the center. My body is floating in a clear green gel.

“This simulates a womb. The gel is like amniotic fluid, but thicker. It offers you resistance so your muscles don’t atrophy.”

There are people in lab coats milling about. My face, anus, and urethra are hooked up to hoses.

“You have trained yourself to eat in your sleep. If all works out, your body will come out perfectly healthy, but ten years older.”

“This is not real.”

“This,” he points at me, “is a dream.” He points at himself, “this is a dream.”

“But, all this, Nomad,” he gestures to the world around us, “this, is real.”

I suddenly realize everything he says it’s true. I feel like it’s just me talking to myself. I fall over and vomit. I feel like my mind is being ripped apart. I scream and claw at my face. My future self beams positive energy over me, and I go into a meditative state. I am now watching the scene as if I am ghost watching my life. My future self looks at me and gives me a thumbs up.

I jump back in my body, and stand up. I inhale deeply the nothing dream air. My future self grabs my hand, and opens a portal. He grabs my hand, and we go sailing through dreams.

I am riding in my friend, Sara’s (not her real name) car to a Full Moon Drum Circle on top of mountain.

[SPOILER="Graphic Erotica"]

She is laughing and overtly flirting with me, touching me and make obvious sexual innuendoes. Fuck, she looks almost exactly like Pixy! She’s making me so fucking horny. She sees my boner through my jeans and grabs my cock playfully. She unzips my jeans.

“Whoah, what the fuck? You’re driving.”

“Don’t worry,” she chuckles, as she strokes my cock. “Here, throw your leg over the shifter, and step on the gas.” She pulls down her little skirt and takes it off from around her ankles.

“Holy shit, that was slick.”

She just smiles at me knowingly, and places my left hand on the steering wheel simultaneously turning herself 180 degrees as she strips off her shirt and bra, scoots her panties over, and slides down on to my cock in one smooth movement. She feels amazing. She rides up and down rhythmically while smiling deviously. She grabs my face, and kisses me passionately. I open my eyes, and watch her kiss me. Her ponytail comes undone, and her thick hair falls about her shoulders like water.

She presses her tits against my chest, as I bite into her neck like a vampire, and grab her ass, guiding her into the movements I like. Circles. I am barely paying attention to the road, though I am aware I am the only one driving, and I am doing it from the passenger seat. This could be a dream. Then, again, it could not. I am absolutely lost in the moment. Her body feels so perfect, I don’t care. We begin to generate heat, and I feel her begin to sweat under my palms. Her face flushes.

“Shit we have to shift into L, the road is getting really steep.”

“Don’t worry, sexy, I got it.” She reaches the shifter with her right hand, and shifts the car.

I grab her ass and lift her small torso up so I can flick my tongue over her right nipple. A drop of sweat rolls down her neck, and I lick it off. I look into her eyes, deeply, then I smile and kiss her. I grab her hair, and pull her head back, lightly raking my teeth on her throat. She arches her back, then kisses me passionately as she increases the tempo of our dance. She looks into my eyes. I have known her for so many lifetimes... This lifetime, our meeting was fleeting and fun, as one lovely day in the sun. Next lifetime will be different as was the last... But, each time will be lovely.

I awake. [/SPOILER]