The Nomad Chronicles

abridged

WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER

I am slapped awake by Lobo. WHAT THE FUCK? MoSh?

Get up! This is a dream. We've got shit to do.

We get on his motorcycle, and drive through a wormhole. The dream explodes, and there are many motorcycle adventure and battle scenes.

I focus on one.

We're in Club Nexus. He looks like Lobo, and I look like a giant black panther-man.

I'm MoSh's Shadow Self. See, he's a pussy, and-

That's pretty rude.

YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU OR ANYONE ELSE THINKS!

He grabs my throat and slams me against the wall. A big demon bouncer grabs us, and teleports us out.

It doesn't even hurt, man. This is a dream.

I know.

He lets me go.

Hey, let's go wake my other self up... Maybe we can merge or something. I am going to explode that motherfucker into me.

Maybe that's not a good idea.

Lobo MoSh makes a portal and then whips his chain around my ankle, dragging me with him into the astral.

Hey... Look there he is.

I freak out for a second on how real everything looks.

Now, I look like a whitish ghost version of myself, and his Shadow Self looks like a standing blurry shadow. He is sleeping near a sliding glass window with a yard outside. But, every time I go into the astral, it's always this bedroom. WTF.

Hey, wake up!

I see MoSh's astral body sit on the edge of his bed.

Oh, hey, Nomad... Hey, me... WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS FUCKED UP. I AM DREAMING. OK....

He points his finger at both of us. I hear Data mumbling something about real energy and the astral plane.

MoSh says something about us being annoying inorganic beings.

The Shadow Self grabs MoSh by the throat. He grabs his shadow's hand, and morphs into a huge winged cobra. The Shadow morphs into Lobo.

That's more like it!

They look totally realistic.

Suddenly, we are on the dream plane, and they are fighting in a river, then at the gates of heaven, and then in Hell. They smash into each other and go supernova.

MoSh starts talking about how all knowledge is nothing, because we can never grasp the infinite. Grasping the infinite is like counting to infinity. Then he says it can be done, it just takes forever.

Then, we are little werecat cubs playing in a grassy meadow, then humans riding a wagon down a hill, then a sled....

I am on the Moon with don Juan.

Stop trying to perceive all things. Just focus on the one most important dream. Now you know you dream many dreams at once. Focus your energy on the dream you want to be in the most.

I am in the desert with don Juan. He gives me a cactus slice to eat. I eat it. The dream explodes. I scream. I focus on a star, on a planet, mountain, plant, beetle, virus, molecule, atom, electron...