The Nomad Chronicles

I am staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I grow horns, and my face changes to a devil face. I grow hair on my legs, and hooves. I grin. I morph into an indigo panda wielding a bamboo staff. I morph into a purple jaguar cub with cute little wings. I become a huge bony man-dog, a black and white Great Dane.

I push against the door. It ripples.

I step through into a dream.

I am in a speakeasy during Prohibition in America. I am upstairs, brushing my teeth in a bathroom. There is a woman getting dressed on a bed. She is speaking in a New York accent, but I have no idea what the hell is saying. She seems to be complaining about something.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

She looks at me blankly. I then realize she's a DC.

"Where's the dreamer? Who's dream am I in?"

She mumbles some Charlie Brown adult gobbledy-gook. I put on a tie in annoyance, and a sportscoat and go downstairs. Shit... my hat. Fuck it.

There is a black man playing piano, and a bunch of rowdy white people.

Some loudmouth is yelling/singing, "Play us a song, darkie... play us a song..."

I scan the area for dreamers. I see most of the people are dreamers but don't even realize they are dreaming.

I run to the middle of the bar.

HEY EVERYONE! YOU ARE DREAMING!

The music stops. Everyone stares at me. I morph into an indigo panda, and start dancing.

I AM THE GOD OF LUCIDITY BITCHES, AND IT'S 38:38 o'clock, so kick ass and take names, because who knows when the dream is going to be over!

Some people fly through the roof. Others walk out of the bar. The black guy clocks the guy in the face making the racist comments.

"What? You uppity nigger! Just because this is New-"

I turn in a jaguar and leap upon the racist dude, biting his head off. He deflates. I then realize he's a DC of the black pianist. "Man, this was your own DC!"

"What?"

"Oh, nevermind, just enjoy-"

The black dude is staring at his hands. They turn into snakes, then, the hands of a white person, then he disappears.

The bartender shouts. "A sorcerer! A sorcerer! Kill him!" A bunch of cheesy lego-like Templars march down the stairs. I roll on the floor laughing, then turn into the big bad wolf, and blow them over like birthday candle flames.

I wake up rolling around in the biodome.

Nomad, what are you doing?

I am trying to make people lucid, Raven.

You can't even make yourself lucid!

I know.

Are you lucid right now?

No.

This is a dream.

I know.

Raven shoots sparkly stuff at my third eye.

I become lucid. I fly to the top of The Tower. I see people milling about in the Biodome. There are funny little houses and shops. It reminds me of the city we went to on the Dream Warrior Planet.

Are these people from DV?

Is the Biodome cooler than the City of Nowhere?

Guargawn appears beside me. He laughs and pats me on the shoulder. No, no, these are just different types of people. Some people like LA, some people like New York, and some people like Atlantis.

So.. which one is this?

This, my friend, is The Biodome.

I walk around exploring the streets and the open market. I introduce myself as Mayor of the Biodome. Some people ask me what the Biodome is. Others say I am not the Mayor. Raven Knight is. Others say Stephanie is. Others say having a mayor is a stupid idea.

I turn into a bunch of cats, and roar at people: YOU AR DREAMING!