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    1. Sitting on a Subway

      by , 01-23-2014 at 11:46 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am sitting on a city bus in Honolulu. How lame. How boring. I am sitting on a subway in New York City. How did this happen? I must be dreaming, especially because there is a reptilian man with scaly brown skin and another with scaly green skin sitting on the subway here. They stare out the windows at the concrete tunnel.
      Hmm... I think I may be at some kind of weird space station. I sit and do nothing. This place looks so... real. I look at the cushion I sit on, and there are worn cracks at the corners.
      I do a nose-pinch RC. fail. damn. look at hands. six fingers on each hand, but they stay that way... I get off the subway, and run to the bathroom.
      I look in the mirror. I have a kind of long snout, and lots of fur on my face. what the hell? I plug my nostrils. I can't breathe. I look down at my feet. Hooves.
      I walk outside the bathroom, then go up some stairs to a park above. There are strange creatures and humans playing together, and it seems like everyone is smoking weed.
      Another hairy horse-face person offers me a large joint. I inhale, and it feels so real. I am so confused. I ask him if this world is real, and he laughs and and asks if I want some water as I cough. I nod, and he hands me a bucket, well, a very large cup made for our big ass horse heads.
      I suddenly have an urge to climb a tree. I run on all fours to a tree and climb it somehow. There are other horse-head people smoking weed, eating and laughing in the tree. I notice there are some monkey-ish looking people on the ground, smoking and doing somersaults. How odd. I laugh, and the dream faes.
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    2. Mr. 6 and the Psi Balls

      by , 01-16-2014 at 04:44 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am Mr. 6, Me, from another Dimension, a man in a cape, a top hat, wearing round black glasses with a cane, a goatee and a moustache. I am riding in a gondola down a canal in a place that looks like Venice, standing there, smiling to myself.
      On the sides of the canal, are little gnomes dancing. They have cute red, blue, and green pointed hats, and remind me of the 2D Clockwork Elves in a DMT trip. Hmm... little gnomes in Venice.
      I suddenly become lucid.
      I try to stay in my dream. Instead of flying or trying to make a portal, I just stand there, riding on the boat, watching the gnomes dance on the banks of the canal. I think I might wake up. No, don't think about that.
      Focus on the Dream. I look down and rub my hands together. They look and feel real. My hands heat up very quickly. I feel some energy forming between my hands, slightly pushing them apart like reverse gravity, or repelling magnetism. There is a white glow coming off my hands now, and a transparent ball of energy starts to form, looking something like steam or smoke.
      I feel very peaceful, calm, euphoric, and powerful. I look back up at the gnomes again. They smile and wave and me cheerfully as they dance. I think they are so cute and silly, then I wake up with a smile on my face.
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    3. I believe in Me!

      by , 01-04-2014 at 02:48 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am lucid somehow, a great werelion on a suburban street somewhere nameless. I can fly! I leap into the air, flying! I land, and leap again, but somehow cannot fly? Why can't I fly? What technique do I need? Wait- this is my lucid dream! I leap to the sky with a shout: I BELIEVE IN ME!
      I stop about 15,000 feet in the air and hover. I perceive the edge of the dream bubble, and swirl it around to make a portal. It doesn't work at first. "Don't focus on the Moon yet," I tell myself. "Focus on the portal. Twist the pane of the dream bubble!"
      The sky begins to swirl as if it's a 2D painting, and- I wake up!

      note: I have not experienced this power in theta mode much, generally in delta only.
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    4. The Dark Brotherhood ov Xhaos

      by , 12-31-2013 at 04:13 PM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I awake in a dream, tied down to a stone altar by snakelike parasites which burrow in and out of my feline flesh. There are two other cat-men which are dancing around, both lions like me, one black and one a dark gold. We are on a hilltop somewhere in what feels like ancient Ireland. What the fuck? Am I in Stonehenge? There are four black pillars curved inward toward the altar. Altar. Alter. Alter and Mylynes.
      "These are MY LINES, MUHAHAHAHA!" says some asshole from Nowhere. Nowhere. I have to get back to Nowhere. Fuck this dream! I become lucid!
      I turn 15 different colors, then settle on flaming spots and iridescent tiger stripes with a great lion man. I rip off the imaginary snakes and leap 500 feet into the air with a great, "FUCK YOU TWO!"
      "Draw!" says a voice from Nowhere. Instantly, Mylynes, Alter and I are back in a Training Room in the Battle Pyramid, which has been altered as a Hyperbolic Time Chamber to accelerate my training. There are shoji doors around us. We are wearing gi (the basic Asian martial arts uniform.) We bow to each other. I summon a Japanese dining table with zabutan (sitting pillows) and mountain tea (Chinese tea poured over a statue of a castle). We sit in silence as I pour the tea with my big lion fist. The tea smells like rivers and mountain air. As the tea flows down the three good luck tiers of the tower, I hear a small waterfall, and the laughter of children in the flowing liquid. We catch the tea in our cups as it falls off the corners roof of the Japanese tea castle. In the corner that is odd, the tea flows into the moat. A tiny green tea dragon swims in the moat, and turns to me, smiling.
      I sit down, and align my chakras. I breathe deeply of the tea. I feel the steam on my face, creating condensation on my fur. I smell everything the leaves smelled from when they first budded on the branch. I look in the tea cup. I see bits of leaves sitting at the bottom of a clear liquid that changes colors from brown to green, back and forth. I look at Mylynes. He is a white weretiger with blue eyes, wearing a dark grey hooded cloak. He somehow grins at me mischievously and maliciously simultaneously.
      I look at Alter. He is a blue-black werejaguar with one brown eye and one pale blue eye, almost white. He is wearing a dark brown hooded cloak. He seems to have a serious demeanor.
      I go out-of-body, and look at myself. I am a black werelion in a dark red and black cloak.
      "Hail the Dark Lords of Xhaos."
      "All Hail!"
      "Hail Eris, Goddess of Khaos!"
      "All Hail!"
      "Hail the Nameless Gods of Outer Darkness!"
      "All Hail!"
      We drink the tea. It's liquid DMT. Who made this? Me? What the Hell? Suddenly, I am tripping balls. Colors are melting into each other, speaking to me of other dimensions, dimensions where red and blue have sex so we can have purple, and all secondary colors are lovable mixed love childs, baby! Lines are ripping at my mind, simple, 1 dimensional short lines, shredding my brain to bits with their simplicity. Alter roars, and a string of one's and zero's come flying at me. I feel naseous. No, I don't. "FUCK YOU TWO!" I shout, regaining lucididity. I make a box around me, a white box, casting out astral parasites with violet flame, I spin in place and summon my kundalini energy to rise within me. I become golden, and make the landscape becomes the land of Nod, a primal, savage garden, a tropical rainforest growing over mountain and valley with waterfalls and uknown undiscovered creatures burrowing, flitting, fighting, living and dying on the Green Moon.
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    5. Ancient Ties

      by , 12-24-2013 at 04:08 PM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am sitting on my throne in the Temple of Nothing, I, Juargawn (War-gawn) God of Nothing, in the City of Nowhere, in the Land of Nod on the Green Moon. I am the great werecat, now, a black were lion pondering the purple grapes I am eating. I stare at a grape. Condensation forms on it as I watch. I pop it in my mouth. It feels so tiny in my big lion head. I pop the whole bunch of grapes in my mouth. I feel them burst and I bite into them, and grape juice runs down my throat. I sip a gallon stein of mead, and then roll up a big fat joint as the gangja falls into my hand from a special tiny ganja cloud above my head. I lick the organic hemp paper. This joint has about three ounces in it, because I am a big ass werelion, after all. lol, this fucking joint is epic. Win.
      I blow a small puff of fire on the end, and light it up. I feel the smoke fill my huge lungs, and I puff out a flying dragon shape which flies through a sunbeam lighting up the scrying pool here at the top of the ziggurat. My High Priest, the Great Undead Something-Rather, Sarnox The Great, stares into the pool.
      "Well, brother, something's amiss. Eris, goddess of Khaos, has been kidnapped by Cthulu."
      "That makes no fucking sense."
      "God, I was joking!"
      "High Priest, your jokes suck. Hark, I hear a Dreamer calling!"
      I walk to the Mirror, and wave my wand over it, and it ripples like mercury. I see Raven on the other side of the Moon in the Biodome sitting on the bench by the koi pond watching the fish. She looks sad. Big tears jump out of my eyes. I step through the mirror.
      She hears me come through the portal. We make eye contact, and telepathically communicate, saying a lot through images and emotions in one second.
      She runs to me, and we hug, and she buries her face in my chest. "I feel like a little girl right now, because you're so big."
      I morph into a purple jaguar cub with little wings and she picks me up and sits down on the bench. "Aw, you're so cute." She pets me and I purr.
      "It's the Dream Depression... I think in a way, it never leaves," I tell her with my mind. "Let's admit it, the Dreamworld, or Dream Plane is so much better than the Wakeworld. Here we have the power of gods!"
      I jump off her lap, and morph into Loki, like a dark jester mage in yellow and black. I jump up and hover 20 feet in the air above the pond. I juggle fireballs, and then eat them. I burp and a fireball comes out. Raven laughs and claps.
      I fly in a horizontal position about six feet above the pond and shoot lightning out of my fingertips into the water. Raven claps, and I bow, and rabbits and pigeons fall out of my hat on to the water, then the animals walk across the water and jump up into her lap.
      I walk on the water to her. "Oh wow, who are you now, Jesus?"
      "Oh, we're all Jesus, the Devil, Mary, Buddha, Eris, whatever. We're all part of this one Thing, but I think it kinda sucks, the God-mind or whatever Beings made Earth. Why is it so shitty? Seriously."
      "I don't know Nomad."

      Updated 01-04-2014 at 02:52 AM by 27486

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    6. Meeting my Non-Lucid Self

      by , 12-19-2013 at 09:44 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I go into my Inner World, and meet my non-Lucid Self. We are sitting on a cliff over looking the ocean. There is an chocolate volcano island in front of us. He looks like me in jeans and a red t-shirt.
      "Hey buddy, why can't you be lucid."
      "My name is Jerry."
      "Okay, that's weird, I don't like that name."
      "Exactly. Germans were called Jerrys in world war two by Americans."
      "You mean the Nazis."
      "I mean the German Soldiers. The Nazis were a political party."
      "Yes, whatever. So, why the hell is your name Jerry when that's not my name, and I don't like it."
      "Jerry's kids. You dated a girl with cerebral palsy. Jerry Lewis, cheesy comedian. But, he's kinda funny."
      "Okay..."
      "You're ashamed to be German."
      "No, I'm not."
      "Why don't you research German history?"
      "My people weren't even called Germans when we left Europe to go to America."
      "Well, that's a start."
      "You're ashamed to be non-lucid."
      "No, I'm not."
      "You do stupid things when you're not lucid."
      "Hey! I only had sex with a unicorn once."
      "Let's not go there."
      "So, Jerry, you are saying my non-lucidity, or you, my alter ego, your existence is somehow tide to my subconscious shame?"
      "Bingo."
      "I hate it when people say that."
      "Don't blame me. I do a lot of dumb dumb stuff that you don't like, like have sex on the sidewalk during the day with people walking by."
      "That's in my Inner World! It's fine."
      "Then why are you blushing?"
      "I feel stupid. You're right."
      "You feel stupid? I feel stupid! I'm the one doing all these weird things."
      "So, I need to release my shame somehow in order to become lucid more often?"
      Jerry nods. I go to hug him, and then he turns into some kind of weird vampire demon monster and bites me on the shoulder. The whole world turns into a grey graveyard. Zombie versions of people I know that have died come out of the graves and ask me, "WHY? WHY?"
      I scream in sheer terror, then a rage overcomes me, and I grab the Jerry monster and rip him in half.
      I am suddenly in a White Void.
      I hear the hollow laughter of Morpheus, god of dreams echoing all around me.
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    7. Dreamsphere Chronicles: The Dark God, Draconis Ka-Nyx

      by , 12-18-2013 at 06:14 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      Xaphor and I look at each other through my meditation mirror in BanYanLand in the Biodome on the Green Moon. Xaphor, my Dream Guide, the Great Red Dragon. He grins at me, and reaches through the mirror and grabs me, pulling me into his world. As soon as I get through he kind of tackles me, and we merge together. I roar and fire shoots out of my mouth. I am in some castle room, and now the tapestries are burning. I look at myself in the mirror. I am a were-dragon with red scaly skin and a dragon head. I am about seven feet tall with yellow eyes and a devilish grin. I roar and breathe fire on the mirror. The wood catches fire, and the glass melts into a puddle. I laugh maniacally and fly out the window.
      I am flying across a green hilly country. I shout to the world around me:

      Here me, Dreamsphere, for I am Xaphor, your Archnemisis, the Draconis Ka-Nyx, the Dark Dragon.
      I proclaim myself Lord of Dreamsphere, and I Turn The Clock!
      Tick Tock, Tick Tock!
      The Lucid Dreamer ran up the Clock,
      the Clock struck three at the Witching Hour,
      the Lucid Dream is now maxed in Power!
      The Heretic Grins at the rules of the game,
      gods battle on the Dream Plane!
      HAIL ERIS! HAIL MORPHEUS! HAIL GAWN!


      I fly to Dreamsphere Town and breathe fire at the big clock, blackening it. I see someone below in a blue ninja outfit. I tell them, "Your clock sucks!" Then, I teleport out of that world.
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    8. The Flying Turtle Temple

      by , 12-05-2013 at 07:22 PM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      *abbreviated due to pain*

      really long dreams...

      go to Moon, morph into a werelion, meditate beneath clock, there is a purple wedge on the clock indicating "delta dream state", and I take the clock image, and add it to my HUD.

      I slow time until the second hand seems to go by really slowly ..... TOCK ..... TOCK ..... .... ... TOCK .....

      I close my eyes, but still see my HUD. YOU ARE DREAMING says the circle in the upper right hand corner. Right, I don't need to blink, don't need to breathe. I sit beneath a great stone clock on a hill in the jungle, and I don't breathe, blink, or move. I feel the cold stone under me, the wind blow through my fur. I smell nectar and all sorts of plants and animals, without breathing. I turn off my outer vision without closing my eyes, for I have no eyes. Eyes are illusion. I see my HUD over black. I see again. I close my eyes, and look right through my eyelids, for my eyelids are illusions.
      A butterfly lands on my nose. It pricks it like a mosquito. I feel confused and swat it away.
      Suddenly, Shadowtech appears. He turns the world around me to a Hell world. "You're in hell, bitch!"
      "Yadda yadda yadda. I'm the Son of Satan, don't really give a shit."
      I snap my fingers and turn the world back.
      "Well, you're no fun!" He disappears.
      A bird flies to my ear, sings to me something about the matrix, and i see so much energy, and every single tiniest particle has an individual number, a number assigned to it by the master computer which was created by God to make universes. Don't panic, but apparently the universe was made by a giant Xerox machine made by a god who likes making lots of universes very quickly.

      Mytlzplyk appears. "You know, Club Nexus is calling you!"
      "Get thee behind me, NatasNatasZassaznatas!
      He disappears in a huff.

      I open a mirror portal, and step through to the Temple of Nothing in the City of Nowhere. I am standing on the landing pad at the top of the Temple, and people suddenly cheer down below. Apparently, we are celebrating the 110 year celebration since I founded the City of Nowhere. that's funny.

      I step inside. Everything is so familiar, so realistic and vivid. I dip my hand in the scrying pool being lit by a sunbeam from above. There is a small turquoise stone in it, which I promptly eat. Tastes like a jellybean.
      "Why did you do that," asks my faithful wraith High Priest, Sarnox.
      "Lucidity. My HUD went down. Trying to learn to keep it up at all times."
      "Ah, the HUD. I've had one ever since I played Metroid."
      "How could you play Metroid when you were my dog?"
      "It was the life after that one."
      "Oh. So, some kinda celebration?"
      "Only our 110th anniversary, Mayor. Funny how your Urthan Dreamers get such bad amnesia. Anyway, good to have you back. You've been gone a few decades."
      "Decades?"
      "It's fine, don't worry about it. I and your former worshippers have been taking care of everything. You know, it's time."
      "Time?"
      "It's about to be the 111th birthday of the Temple of Nothing."
      Suddenly, a rumbling. The ziggurat is moving. We step out to the landing pad. Ridiculously long reins appear in Sarnox's hands. A large turtle head appears out of the ground, and the entire pyramid rises. "Yes, we are going to orbit the earth, make the Temple a Space Station!"
      "No, don't want to do that. Did I say that? I change my mind. Sounds boring. How about we fly this crazy space turtle through dreams of the willing, and throw rainbows and fluffy bunnies at them?"
      "Yes sir!" Sarnox shakes the reins, and the space turtle unearths itself, and the people cheer as we float up and away into space.
      I sit on the launch pad, and light up a long stemmed pipe, watching the stars go by.
      "You know, Sarnox, I always did want to ride a Dreamworld ziggurat temple sitting on a giant space turtle through dreams and throw rainbows and fluffy bunnies at them."
      "Funny. Me too, sir."
      "Well, here's a weirdo's dream right now."
      I open a huge mirror portal, and we turn the space turtle toward it. Scene:
      A boy is praying. "Please, dear, Santa, make the demons go away. Every time in my dreams... Well, you know how it is. Amen." The boy goes to sleep with his teddy bear. We ride into the mirror. An astral demon appears at the boys bed. We are tiny, about six inches high. The turtle opens its mouth, and a laser shoots out, cutting the demon's head off. We go into the boy's third eye.
      I am in the boy's dream. I am Santa Claus, flying a sleigh with a turtle pulling it. There is a snowy city beneath me, full of demons and vampires tormenting people. WHAT THE FUCK. I use time dilation, then I divide myself, and summon an army of summoners which summon elementals to battle the vampires and demons. I make it rain to wash all the bloody snow away.
      I find the little boy asleep in a large house by a Christmas tree.
      I go in a window, and leave a present of a sleigh pulled by a turtle, and giggle. The boy wakes up.
      "Hi Santa! You came! You made the demons go away, huh?"
      "Yes I did."
      "What's this? A present?" The boy opens it. "A Santa pulled by a flying turtle? That's funny!" The boy laughs.
      "If you ever have demons in your dreams again, just pet the turtle, and say, Santa, help."
      "Ok! Santa, why do you have a turtle?"
      "Because I'm the real Santa!"

      *had a lot of other dreams, but can't type them all, oh well!*
    9. Black Box Astral Tower frag

      by , 12-05-2013 at 03:02 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I create an astral tower over a black box for this RV experiment I am running.
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    10. Dreamsphere Chronicles: Training w/Shadowtech, the HUD

      by , 12-05-2013 at 02:59 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      abbreviated due to pain

      I am in a forest with Shadowtech, he is camo'ed so well, he's barely visible.
      He turns on my HUD somehow. It shocks me, makes me lucid. He smiles wryly.
      He suddenly downloads a bunch of content, and I feel like an android for a second.
      Wow, this is amazing...
      We swing and flip through the forest canopy, HUD's up, and I don't feel the least bit confused by it, only augmented.
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    11. Creating an HUD

      by , 12-05-2013 at 02:43 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am on the Moon, what looks like the Grey Moon, and I form my armors together in layers to make one suit: mech armor covered in my witchblade, covered in my symbiote. I merge bits of the AI of the mech armor with the Witchblade's intellect, and the symbiote's intelligence to create an HUD interface hovering in front of me.

      Firstly, a transparent green light zips around the edge of my field of vision, making a kind of a curved rectangle. In the upper right hand corner is a circle in which "You are Dreaming" is spinning around constantly. I then use my hands to bring up more displays:
      In the lower left, three bars,
      Life Energy, Magick Energy, Time Remaining in Dream.

      In the Upper left, a radar, with green, grey and red blips for enemies, neutrals, and allies. In the lower right, an astral parasite indicator, which says: Infection Level: (none/some/high)
      A Place Indicator is in the Upper Center:
      "The (Grey) Green Moon" with some strange swirly heiroglyphics on it,
      and then Dream Time Remaining Indicator: some strange numbers which are also hieroglyphs, but I know what they mean somehow.

      Then, I make a holographic button in the lower right hand corner which says: Press for Holo-Terminal.

      I press the button, and a holographic transparent blue-green keyboard appears with a giant interactive 2D to 3D screen. I organize menus: Places, People, Constructs and Servitors, Armor, Weapons, Shortcuts, AI, Forms.

      I choose:
      Form: Juargawn, black werelion
      Servitors: Jo AKA Octononagawn
      Weapons: Chaosblade, psiblade
      Armor: Blood Red, Dark Knight

      A hologram of each thing appears, then forms in reality.

      Jo transforms into a giant six-legged black dogbeast, and I leap upon his back, and slam my Chaosblade's staff end on to the ground. A portal opens, and we leap through.
    12. Dreamsphere Chronicles: Tell us of Your Journey

      by , 11-28-2013 at 06:07 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I stand before the guild, and they ask me to tell them of my journey.

      A large chaosphere comes out of my chest, spinning and vibrating in the room. A light shines out, and small sparks appear on it, though it's black as pitch. A scene emerges, telling of my journey, my life on Earth, how I learned about shared dreaming, Raven Knight, Man of Shred, the Cusp... and then how I came here, I thought it was a game, and now I'm not sure, because I'm from another dimension.

      The scene ends.

      The Master stands and bows to me.

      all fades to black
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    13. Dreamshpere Chronicles: What is a Chaos Assassin?

      by , 11-28-2013 at 06:03 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am before the Guild Council.

      I stand before them in a loincloth with no weapons on me. I have a large tattoo on my chest, mirroring the one on my hand I have in Wakeworld.
      "What is a Chaos Assassin?"
      "A Liar, A Thief, an Agent of Discord, A Priest, A Monk, A lover of Women."

      "What does Nothing Is True Mean to you, O Chaos Monk?"

      "Everything is a Lie. Of Course Some Things are true, but most of the utterances of our "benevolent" species are lies. We alone, apart from the animals engage in Denial and knowing lie to ourselves. For truth to be revealed, the layers of lies must be peeled back, and deprogramming must be deliberate, originating in the depths of the sould of the sentient."

      Explain to us, your sould word.

      The sould is the soul and the spirit, the dream and astral bodies, the energetic and etheric, and all the invisible body and minds.

      You, dost thou proclaim thyself a Liar and Heretic?
      Yes, my Lord. I proclaim myself liken unto a Pope!

      Thou Heretic!
      Yes, my Lord. Did you know that God is a woman, and his name is Eris?

      Thou Agent of Discord, art thou an Orthodox Erisian?
      O Eris, Goddess of Goddesses, blessed be her sexy name, her sexy legs and breasts,

      That's enough, O Chaos Monk.
      I do love Eris.

      Yes. Well, Ominus Dominus, You're a Chaos Assassin whenever you are in our World. Praise Eris!

      PRAISE ERIS!
    14. Dreamshpere Chronicles: The Dark Arts of the Mad Rebel

      by , 11-28-2013 at 05:53 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I am in a archery/knife throwing range with targets hidden in the forest. Only an Assassin can see the targets. I focus on one target, hanging in a tree, an empty wasp nest. I pull a ring which projects a throwing knife into my hand. I point my arm at the wasp nest, and, with telekinesis throw the knife, spinning at the nest, then return it to my open hand like a yo-yo. I catch the wasp nest half.
      Behind me is a diseased tree, heavy, and about to topple over and die. I add TK to a crossbow bolt to hit the tree and vibrate it until it falls over, then I return the bolt to me.
      I throw two knives, one left and right at the same time, to hit two rocks hidden in small tree hollows. I throw what we call a Heavy Dagger into a huge rock, the tip buried in its face, and the blade sings as it wavers.
      I plunge two short swords into two dead roots on the ground, then remove them, and leap up and cut off two dead branches in the trees above. I throw stars at two leaves, slicing them in half before they hit the ground. I land, and return my weapons to me.
      Shadowtech steps out from behind a tree, clapping. He bows to me, then disappears.
    15. Dreamshere Chronicles: The Dark Arts of Shadowtech

      by , 11-28-2013 at 05:44 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      I bow to Shadowtech, he throws daggers at me, augmented by TK. I form a TK shield of wind to deflect them. He bows to me, Well done. Now we are going to learn how to slow time.
      He says, "and the dream slows down," and he speeds up somehow. "Time dilation equals superspeed." He runs around slapping me. I slow down further, but move quicker, running in circles around him, punching him in the jaw. We stop and bow to each other.
      I run into the forest to test my skill. I slow time, "Slow," and a catch a squirrel's nut, then run up the tree, and replace it. I am suddenly exhausted. Shadowtech seems to teleport to me. "Due to the agreed upon rules of the game, I, the Invader god impose these rules upon you: your power is limited. However, with practice your power will increase." He suddenly throws a sword at me. I slow time, and kick it away in midair. We bow to each other, and he vanishes.
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