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    The Nomad Chronicles

    Madness

    by , 05-31-2011 at 08:44 AM (880 Views)
    Nomad surveys the carnage below. From his position atop the crumbling heap of concrete rubble, the human running about look like an angry ants nest. His minotaur eyes glow red. He bounds down the was-building, down the mountain to the remains of the battle. Leaping into the center of the fray, he roars in exultation and rage. The battle freezes, and soldiers on both sides flee in sheer terror before the monster.
    Nomad laughs and dances gaily before the warriors, tossing lovely bouquets into the air.

    dream shift

    I am being tortured. Fuck. I hate this dream. I feel no pain. It’s Vegeta. Fucker. He stretches a rubber glove over his hand and snaps it. This is a dream. He looks fucking real. He’s powerful as a supernova, and this foul entity is going to torture for... TRAINING! Vegeta madly laughs. Shit. He’s psycho. He’s going to eat my soul and shit me into a thousand pieces. His fingers unfold in dozens of tiny blades, slicing through the gloves. The blades keep unfolding, getting smaller and smaller, like fractals. I am being sucked into a weird world full of razors slicing my fucking mind. FUCK THIS DREAM. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE THE FUCK UP, NOMAD. FUCK. I wake up. I am strapped to a table, mostly vertical. I am in a torture chamber. Vegeta is a Spanish Priest. I am a voluptuous woman. I feel weak an vulnerable. He looks and me lasciviously. I feel like vomiting. He saunters over to me efemminately. “VoX,” he calls me. “VoX, this is your mother, wake up.”

    I wake up.

    I am a sixteen year old girl, living in Tucson, in my old house. It’s a thousand years in the fucking future. I look in the mirror. I look like a female version of me.

    I hear my mothers voice rushing down the hall... but, it’s a totally different mother. “Vox, Vox, you were screaming in your sleep again. Stop that shit. Cut the crap, or you’ll ruin your voice. Take control of your dreams.”

    I open my bedroom door. “But, mom,” I whine coquetteishly, “it was for training.”

    “Well, apparently you failed the test. Mother sweet has to go to a Function.”

    “Okay.” I kiss her on the cheek.

    I go into the living room, and turn on the wall screen. I am drawn into a lovely mountainscape... I am flying over everything... like a lucid dream...

    LUCID DREAM? LUCID DREAM?

    I run to the bathroom, and I look in the mirror. It’s me, but a girl me? I take off my clothes. What the hell do I have boobs? and? Ok, this is weird. I run to my bedroom and lie down.

    This is a dream, this is a dream. Go to sleep, wake up in Wakeworld.

    I go to sleep... Have some weird dream about psychedelic monsters eating my soul.

    I wake up....

    Okay, Now I am somewhere... Hawaii... A million years in the future... I am living atop some artificial island on columns built on sunken islands... I am a tall greenish female humanoid. I then realize I have chlorophyl. I am the same girl as before.

    Okay, which lifetime am I in?

    A man enters the room... my husband. Am I gay? Am I a woman? Am I human? Where is my soul?

    “Where is my soul?” I ask him confusedly.

    “Probably in your body, but we exist in many dimensions. Maybe in one, I am your stalker trying to kill your, or you are hunting me down to eat me for food, and another we are a plant and fungus in a symbiotic relationship living on a rock in Antarctica.”

    “Oh, my god, I feel so strange...”

    “It’s the drug, don’t you remember?”

    He shows me a pile of colorful mushrooms.

    “Oh, yes.”

    “Look in the mirror, it will make you trip harder.”

    “Ok. Just don’t get lost in the mirror. I am going to turn this song on. When it ends, when the say, ‘the dogs fly on Nunday,’ step out of the mirror.”

    “Ok, honey.”

    I stare into the mirror. I look very... amphibian. I then realize I am part plant, and we have gone back to the water. I am okay with this. I have a vague memory of land leftover from my ancestors’ DNA. Now, it’s all in Hollow Earth... but life on the crust.. is not real.. this is all a dream... yet this is all real... life is timeless.

    I see a double of myself, but bluish walk in the bathroom with a frying pan, and she smashes me over the head with it.

    BAM!

    I wake up on the moon. I writhe in the Healing Glen in confusion, and shock. I feel like my soul has slammed into my body, like an OBE ended too abruptly. “RAVEN RAVEN!” I scream. Raven is the only name I can think of at that moment. I scream madly and claw my face. The Glen hums, the trees and grass are healing me. A portal opens, and Raven enters. She is in Queen of Night form.She rips an imp off her shoulder, and tosses it through the portal. Healing energy comes up from the ground, and begins to heal her.

    “Nomad, stop being so weak!”

    “Huh?” I am shocked out of my madness. I look at Raven. Her face softens, and becomes more as the form I usually see her in.

    “I just said that to get your attention. I had to do something unexpected to get you to snap out of it.”

    “Let’s just play music. I will play didjeridoo, and you play ocarina. It will be fun,” she laughs playfully. She takes an ocarina off her neck and hands it to me. I hand her one of my didjeridoos. We play music, and colorful healing energy comes out of the ground and trees, and the music... flowing through us. I cannot describe well the serene beauty of the moment.
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    1. Singularity125's Avatar
      ....woah. That... is all I can think of to say. Woah.
    2. Nephanim's Avatar
      Yeah, no kidding. Your dreams are insane, Nomad.