The Nomad Chronicles

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I am riding a great white Arabian horse through European woods. I am a desert nomad, dressed all in white. I am leading a group of nomads. We are running at full speed, being chased by the goddamned Templars.

The dream explodes, and many dreams happen at once.

I summon an earth elemental to stand up behind us, and attack the Templars. It grabs them and tosses them around.

We ride toward a cliff. They toss a net over me and my horse. I shoot my astral tentacles through the net, set them aflame, then spin them around, burning the net off of me. I continue riding. They shoot drugged darts into me.

I fall off my horse. I shoot my tentacles into the ground, and use them to stand up. I collapse while trying to toss square rocks at the Templars.
I have a nightmare of them torturing me in a torture chamber in an underground dungeon. I spit in their faces. They rip my body apart and toss me into different dreams. I just laugh.

I make my core very very tiny. I morph into a bacteria-virus and attack their dream cells. They writhe in pain as their blood vessels swell, then burst within their bodies.

I laugh, and collect my body parts, then exit the dream. I go to the Biodome on the Moon, and smoke a joint to relax. I carve in stone a record of my adventure. Then, I bring it to a room under my Living House the Great Banyan Tree under The Tower, and stick it in a wall.

I then see walls full of Nomad Chronicles in bas-relief. How do I not remember this. GAH! I have a Templar nanomachine in me. I shoot nanobots out of my pineal gland to attack. They eat it up, and spit it out of my mouth.
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We ride to the edge of the cliff, and our horses sprout wings. Didn't I have this dream before?

Raven, Tigress, MoSh, Loaf, Walms, and mowglycdb come to aid me in battle. We kick ass, and have a party on the Moon to celebrate our victory.