The Nomad Chronicles

I am in my study in the Tower. Apparently, it is now a wizard tower, or always was.

I am writing in a large book, called the Lifetimes Book.

MoSh walks in wearing green and black wizard garb.

"What seekest, thou, brother?"

"Uh... Why are you talking like that, MoSh?"

"I don't know. What's that book about?"

"Oh, it's my Waking Life Journal."

"Why are you writing in it?"

"I do every night. It helps me keep track of lifetimes."

I show MoSh the book. There are many illuminated pictures of us I have painted and enhanced with gold ink of us fighting together throughout many lifetimes on Earth.

"Wow... WakingNomad?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think this is more real than the physical world?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Look around you. Eat those crunchy dreamberries in that bowl there."

MoSh eats some. "Oh my god. Everything is so vivid. This is real."

"You just engaged your sense of touch, taste, smell, and sound."

"THIS IS REAL! THIS IS REAL! THIS IS REAL!"

MoSh flies through the wall, and out into the sky, shouting "THIS IS REAL!"

He starts belly laughing, and clutching his stomach. He fades away. I guess he woke up.