The Nomad Chronicles

abridged

I am part of an army of Polynesian warriors.

There is an cavalry of magical templars on a hill opposite us. They clang their weapons against their shields.

We chant to the gods, and summon forth elemental magic into our weapons.

Both sides charge into battle.

We smash them in half with our wooden shark tooth swords, and crush them with our clubs.

I morph into an army of giant six eyed boars with bloody tusks. I trample over Templars. I morph into a form of Kamapua'a, the great demigod shapeshifter. Half-man, half-boar. I roar. I grab Templars and bite their heads off. I scoop them into my mouth and devour them. They flee in terror.

There is one giant Templar, the size of a skyscraper that is controlling all of them. My army morphs into one giant being. We grapple. The Templar slices us in half with his giant sword, but we morph into a swarm, and cover his body with stinging ants. He screams and writhes in pain. We eat the flesh off of his bones, but leave his eyeballs.

I see his eyes moving around. I spit on his left eye. I stab the right one with a fork, and eat it.

I see the dark thoughts of the Templars:
Images of destruction, pain, and a love of torment. Guilt beyond measure. Misguided fools... Bowing down to Baphomet... He is George Bush. He strolls among the minions... Communicating with demons, dark arts... bowing down to The Owl... asking demons to possess... they are the Daystalkers...
they fear: the DayWalkers... the Dreamwalkers which dream while awake, and awake to dreams... vampires... stealing their dark energy...

I am in a very dark place. Outside... it's fall... chilly... everything's dying... Near and old black stone building...

I am staring at myself in a mirror. I am a vampire with pale violet skin, golden eyes, and pupils that flash from red to black. My hair is pure white, straight and long. I am wearing a long black suit. I grab a cane and a top hat, and grin to myself, baring my fangs.

I am a dark energy vampire, and I like it that way.

I step outside. The Templar's left eye is floating in front of me, the size of a beach ball. I sense it's fear.

I feed on your food. Now, starve.

I lunge at the eyeball. It turns into a quivering white woman for a second, with the flesh of a wet eyeball. I bite her on the neck, and she explodes, then reforms to an eyeball. He knocks me back with a force field. I suck his force field into my hand. I keep draining him of his dark energy. I use it to make violet lightning.

He laughs madly as his energy is leaving him.

I am covered in violet lightning as I draw out the last bit of dark energy. The lightning goes into the ground.

A little glowing yellow orb floats out of what looks like an old cocoon.

"Oh! Thank you for freeing me of that dark energy! Now I am going to reincarnate into something cool!"

"Uh... you're welcome?"

The dream ends like a Warner Brothers cartoon.