The Nomad Chronicles

Throughout this dream, I am flipping back between two worlds.

This World

I am watching a horrible made-for-tv movie propaganda flick about flight 93, (the one the US shot down on 9/11. My friend's uncle died in that plane.) Instead, they call it Flight 2. The title is: Whatever happened to Flight 2? They show three good looking actors standing with contrived serious facial expressions with their arms crossed staring into the camera on the commercial for the show.

When I flip back to This World, I keep getting sucked into the beginning of the movie. There is a car sitting on railroad tracks. This has nothing to do with what really happened!

FLIP

Other World

I am suddenly on another version of Earth. It looks exactly the same, but the sentience has evolved differently.



I am riding on a two-legged steed like this creature from the old movie Wizards with some others. We discover a small broken artifact on the ground. It looks like a concrete container. Our enemies ride up to us. They refer to the artifact as a child. They have crossed a small stream which marks the border of their land and our land. They are very violent and our people are peaceful.

"Hey, you bunch of weak herbivores! Get your child out of here. Just because we have a temporary peace does not mean your children can come close to our border. Tell it to leave, or get it out of here before we destroy it, and eat it."

I think of our beautiful peaceful village in the trees, and these evil traitors to our race on the plains, riding around, hunting down small creatures, eating bigger and bigger ones until they started eating their own kin.

"You think we're weak? You think we don't have the same savage animalistic killer genes you have? You think it's been bred out motherfucker? We have it, but we choose not to engage our savage side."

I teleport from off my steed to right in front of the man that was talking. I slam my first into his solar plexus, penetrating his body cavity, then rake claws down his abdomen, spilling his guts. I uppercut him with a spike on my fist, puncturing his head from under his chin to his brain. I grab his guts, and tear into his flesh with my teeth.

"It's OPEN WAR, MOTHERFUCKERS!"