Nomad Chronicles

**Baron Samedi** · 10-28-2009 10:18 AM

Wormhole to the North
I was flying through the wormhole in standing position, holding Raven in my arms. There were strange things flying by that looked like giant body parts with eyeballs, and they all were hairy. A hairy eyeball, a hairy ear with an eye on it, a hairy foot with wings. I ignored these strange things. I didn't want to be concerned. I was worried about Raven. Her body was glowing golden in my hands. She was totally unconcious, her body limp in my arms. Selene was flying in Superman position. She looked like a black panther-woman cartoon, wearing a white robe, that changed color through all colors of the rainbow, colors I can't fully describe, because i was seeing multiple colors. She looked at Raven, concerned. A blue tear ran down my Nomad face and dripped on to Raven's face. I turned into a sky blue animated crystal, and she turned into a yellow lion cartoon glowing golden like a crystal. The sides of the wormhole were silvery. The image of green grass and flowers appeared before us, and we stepped out into the Glen of Healing.

Basara's Power
Basara was there, waiting for us. He looked like a tall slim red devil cartoon, and he had all red skin, and was wearing a red leather jacket. His face looked like carved wood painted red, like ornate wood carvings in relief. He was holding an instrument that looked like a alp horn made from a narwal's curved horn. Then, a grey and light grey lights came out from him, it was his background, then the lights changed to light and dark orange, to light and dark green, then these rays shifted to all kinds of patterns of color. He raised his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. He held the strange instrument like a cigar and rolled his eyes. He said, "Hey look at me, I look like a cartoon." Then he laughed madly, with a vaguely mournful, yet sinister sound, HAR HAR HAR HAR! "Do you want to see me blow this flute boy?" he said, "do you want to hear me wail?" He grunted, and it sounded like a thousand boars growling. He took a deep breath, and threw his head back. It changed to a red wolf's head, that still looked like bas-relief wood. It was tripping me out.
How howled and growled at the moon. He had a background of being on a North American Mountain, and there was a cougar watching him in the background.
Then, I saw him in two one on top of the other doing these two things at the same time:
he turned the thing into a guitar, and started wailing on it, simultaneously roared into the horn, and blew on it, and it sounded like a cross between a didjeridoo and an alp horn. The, the two forms seperated. He cloned himself, I realized. He cloned himself again for a drummer on a drum kit, then a bassist, then an electronic guitarist, then a keyboardist. He also made a singer version, a deejay, a saxophonist, a trombonist, and conga player, then, he made a crowd of people at his concert, but it was all his clones.
Then, he began singing, and it sounded like a cheesy '80's rock band:
Oh, we're rock-in
and time is tick-in
in our souls!
oh, we're clock'in,
oh we're sock-in,
oh, we're dok-ken
in our souls!

Then, he was a purple cat playing a green candy guitar with no strings wearing a red vinyl jacked and pants and wearing a purple ts-hirt with an 80's hair band on it.

Dream Emotion
I wanted to laugh my ass off, but I was too simply amazed. A green flaming aura surrounded him. Then, his background changed to orange flame, then, to rays of varying color. Suddenly, he had an afro and a big moustache, and with pick in his hair. He had a lavender headband with a yellow smily face on it. He was wearing a deerskin vest, and was wearing a peace sign. Then, he had a beard, and his skin turned yellow. He looked like a man cat that slowly changed to pure cartoon man as he aged before me. I felt like I was tripping balls. I was too fascinated to look away.
"Your friend is going to need special healing," said a big, yet gentle growly voice. It was the Frost Giant. He picked up Raven. Little parasites squired out of her and crawled down the Frost Giant's leg. I was grossed out.
We were in his cave. Joseph was showing MoSh how he changes into a bird, but I didn't greet them, because I was so worried about Raven. The Frost Giant laid Raven down on a bed of hay. He blew some red powder on to the hay. He breathed on the red powder, and the hay became golden, and flowed into her. Her body was still glowing brightly. More parasites squirmed out and little mice ran out and ate them.

The god of the North and Winter speaks
"Your friend has an ancient rage, which goes back lifetimes. And, suppressed power. These two are linked. The rage is fed on this suppressed power which resides a the center of the dream body. It is able to get close to this center because when your power is suppressed, the outer part of the dream body is easy to penetrate, since the power isn't flowing through the dream body. Raven has suppressed this power into her alter ego, the Queen of Night. You are Juargawn, god of Nothing, your friend is Roarga'an, son of Gawn, the Naga King.
You all have your alter egos which are truer than you realize. Right now you believe these are your alter egos. In the future, you will realize these are your True Selves. The fear you feel, the fear of this other self, is because you feel the power, sorcerer, don't you? I know you do. You have a great responsibilty, Dreamwalker. There is no turning back once you get to the Moon. Do you understand, shaman? You are on a one way path to Nowhere, The City That Doesn't Exist. You are the Founder of a Creation in the Dreamtime, Dreamscaper. Think about how amazing it is to create a city that doesn't exist."
He chuckled and stirred the fire.
"This woman, you know, she is your sister. In this life, in this dreamtime realm. You have brother-sister souls, but you were sisters, before, always sisters. Oh, yes, once you two were twin boys," he chuckled again. "You were usually a good big sister, but not so good little sister, because you always wanted to be in charge. When you were boys, you were obedient to her because she was five minutes older. Anyway, who am I, eh? I am just some crazy old man that lives in a cave in the dead of winter, but somehow survives. I am just some remote entity in a dimension that doesn't exist, yet you are somehow having this conversation with me. You are going to remember this entire conversation, and you will think you are insane." He lauged and stirred the fire. He changed and looked like a furry cartoon giant with a red afro and moustache. His colors of his afro and moustache kept changing color.

"Do you want to know how I do it? Do you want to know how I can talk and talk and talk to you? Do you want to understand how I can convey complex thoughts in words you can remember within the dream plane? Do you? Do you? Do you?" He turned into a blue cartoon Viking gorilla wearing a spiked helmet.
"Yes!" I whispered.
"I'm a cartoon!" he shouted, and scratched at his armpits. He lifted his hat stupidly, and walked around with his tongue hanging out and wagging his head.
"No you're not!" I shouted. I felt like a little child. "You're real!" I started crying.

Ey, You want to Skip Stones?
I felt embarrassed and walked to the front of the cave on a steep mountain. Joseph was leaning impossibly far into the wind, and he had his arms spread outward. He was wearing a green backpack. He looked like a Disney cartoon boy of about 10 or 11. I heard music come out of him, like something from an inspirational movie. His background was Ayers Rock, and there were clouds flying through the sky at dusk. He looked up at me, then ran to me and gave me a hug. He had a pile of stones. He picked one up, and smiled at me, then he threw it, and made it skip across the tops of the trees. I picked one up and did the same. It reminded me of when my dad and I would skip stones across lakes in Washington State, and he would say with our local accent, "Ey, you want to skip stones." I thought about how strong his accent was sometimes, and it made me laugh.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Joseph.
"I was just thinking about how my dad said, "Ey, you want to skip stones? Ey you want to skip stones?" when I was a kid. We have accents where I'm from.
"I don't have a dad. I mean, he's an asshole. Well, when I was born, my dad said it wasn't his because him and my mom were seperated when I was pregnant, and then he tried to get alimony from her blah blah blah... Anyway. I don't want to talk about that fucker. I don't know why I brought him up."
"It's okay."
A crow flew by and called to Joseph. He waved at it, and turned into a falcon, then flew away with it.

Great-Great-Grandfather
The Frost Giant sat down next to me, and skipped stones over the tops of the trees. He handed me a drink that tastes like ginger ale.
"You know, you're a lot like Joseph. Naive, sincere, powerful, and immature. You both still have no idea how much power you really have. No, you're not ready for it. Right now it would frighten you just as your friend Rae was frightened, before you met Ra-VEN. Rae was the precursor. You needed to learn the lesson of psychic connections: It is a different connection then emotional, sexual, physical, or mental. You didn't want to deal with it. You wanted to forget. All these years, knowing in the back of your mind, it bothered you. Your dream body would try to go to sleep, and have nightmares of powerlessness to mask the body of power. You deliberately forgot all your Deep Dreams, Dreamwalker.
"Do you think this ability is new? You taught it to yourself as a child. Of course, you have not done this yet, in your dimension, but you will. In another dimension, it has already been done, of course. Does this create a paradox? It would seem so. Yet, you are going to do this. I say this not because I am saying you are not in charge of your destiny or you don't have free will. I know you are going to do this, because you already have. It that sense, you have lost your free will in this situation. The fact that you exist right now shows me that it did not harm your reality, except that it may have made the dream world so real, it was hard to believe in the physical world. Thus, you, like most Dreamwalkers will stuff these Deep Dreams far down into their soul.
Just as the waking mind forces the sleeping mind to forget, the waking mind forces itself down into dreams and makes you forget your Deep Dreams. This problem is universal. Our enemies don't want us to know about this realm, because it gives us a power they cannot tax, kill, or destroy. It is completely out of their control. We can use the Dreamworld to communicate when all else fails us. Do you think they really want us to know that?" He chuckled sadly.
"Of course not. And Nomad?"
"Yes, great-great-grandfather?" I asked, and I was a cartoon boy with light blue hair a lavender shirt, and red shorts. I had yellow horns curved like a buffalo. I held a huge lavendar flower that said, "Walms" on the petals, and sniffed it, and sneezed. I turned the flower into a kite and started flying it. A picture of the flower was on the kite. I was in a park where I lived when I was 14 that was shitty for flying kites in.
"You're a cartoon, too," he whispered, and walked back into the cave.
"Oh!" I said sadly.

sigh
Everything stopped, and I was a cartoon boy.
Then, I changed into a cartoon Mr. Tumnus. I started crying.
Raven ran to me, and she looked like a young girl wearing a white robe. "Hello, Mr. Tumnus!" She gave me a hug.
"Hello, Lucy," I said sadly.
"Mr. Tumnus! Mr. Tumnus! We did it! We came here again! We found it. We're in Narnia! They said it wasn't real, but I showed them. We found it, Mr. Tumnus, you and me."
"It isn't real," I cried. "None of this is real."
"Hey, don't you say that!" Little Raven shouted, and stomped her foot. Now she was a little girl wearing moon boots, grey jeans, a grey and white jacket, mittens, a hat, and earmuffs. She made a snowball, and pelted me in the face. It stung and felt cold.
"How's that for real, asshole!" she said, and started crying, hiding her face in her arms.
I kneeled down and looked her in the eye. "I'm sorry, Lucy, this is real. Sometimes, I just have a hard time believing." She ran into my arms and gave me a hug.
We changed into Nomad and Raven Knight. We let each other go. She gave me a little push, and said, "Don't ever say that again." We looked like cartoons again, but I didn't care. We both looked like Arabians.

How's my other body?
"Wait, how are you here?" Raven looked surprised. We returned to the back of the cave. We saw Mosh's dream body squatting near his astral body. He looked like a cartoon wearing green, with glasses and a goattee. "How's he doing?" he said to the Frost Giant.
"Well, it's going to be a long time before that wound heals. But, he's getting better."
"Is this going to affect my dream recall?"
"Well, yes and no. What you must do is return to you astral body while you sleep, and fall asleep into it. Then, dream about what you dreamed about. Then, your astral body will remember things. The problem is, he is unconcious, of course. But, when he does, you can merge with him again, and things will be much easier."
"Okay," said dream-body MoSh without emotion. He ran to the front of the cave. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I am a Naga!" He roared at me. He jumped off the edge of the cave, and flew into the sky. He sprouted white bird wings, then became a winged snake. He turned to me, roared exultantly, then slithered off into the sky.

Allies
"And you, young lady," he said to Raven. "You need to go back in time, and find the source of this parasite. It started many lifetimes ago. Don't worry about not remembering this because you are not in your astral body. Your friend Nomad there will remember everything I say. This is a parasite of rage which feeds on suppressed power. You are now beginning to remember your past lives, I see, Raven Knight. You will go through pain an agony, to see this vision, but it will not come all at once. It is an ancient thread you must unravel. Be patient with yourself on this journey. There is your greatest ally," he said, gesturing to me.
"The power you share is greater than the power an entity can give you. You have journeyed through time together, time travelers. Open your eyes to the true illusion of reality, and the realness of the illusory." He blew at us, and we were standing at the edge of the cave. he blew again, and we faced each other, eyes closed, holding hands.
I saw a stream of images before my eyes. Images of secrets, giggles, playing, hitting, teasing, scolding.... then images of us flying through skies, two WWII bomber planes with our faces on the fronts, two Bugs Bunny Rabbits marching with rifles. I then realized I was seeing into our past dream lives.
"Am I going to remember this?" asked Raven.
"Well, going into your astral body will be difficult because, it's basically in a coma. Though you do have good access to your dream body will in the Wakeworld. In order for you to remember this, or at least start remembering this dream, you should go through a portal."

Raven Raven Raven!
A black lion ran from the back of the cave. Raven jumped on its back in Queen of Night form, and lifted her staff. The lion sprouted wings, and they flew into the air. With the Moon silhouetted above her, she shouted, "I am Raven, Queen of Night! And no one tells me what to do!" Lightning came down from the sky and into her staff. She pointed angrily at the Snow King. And I saw she was above the worshippers on the Moon at the same time. They changed their chant to: Raven, Raven, Raven.
Raven suddenly looked like she was about to faint, then turned into her Raven form. The lion turned regular lion color, but still had raven wings. It landed clumsily, and Raven tumbled off. She hit her head on the cave, and said, what happened.
The Frost Giant gave her a purple foamy drink.
"What's this?" she said.
"Remembering Drink."
"Oh, thanks!" she said, and took a drink.
"What is it called again?" she asked.
He laughed and told me to make a portal. I looked at him, concerned, he just waved me on.
We went through. We stepped out of the mirror into the temple.

Deja Vu!
"Oh, look, a throne!" she said.
I didn't want to excite her, so I laid on my back and turned into a big lion, and lolled my tongue out. She sat on the throne. "I'm a king! I'm a god!" she said mockingly, and waved my scepter around. She dropped the scepter. She patted the throne. "Yep, I could get used to this." I opened one eye, nothing happened.
These DC's began bowing to her, chanting, "Raven, Raven, Raven!" I giggled. "Hey, you stop that! I'm not a queen or anything. It's just a big joke. Shut up. Who told you to say that."
"Juargawn Juargawn Juargawn told us. Raven Raven Raven!" I thought this was incredibly funny. She stomped her foot at them, then she changed into a leopard woman, and roared at them with her paws in the air. They ran away.
"Alright, let's do some healing. Healing energy, alright!" She cracked her neck and her knuckes."
"Uh Raven?"
"What? What? What? I'm okay. Just. HUH. Relax."
We sat across from each other again on the star chart circle. We played music for each other. I played didgeridoo, and she meditated in lotus, and floated off the floor. She looked like she was wearing native Southeast Asian clothes.
Golden energy slowly flowed out of us, and it went in a circle, and got thick. I felt weightless. Grass grew around us. I turned into a buffalo man wearing a sky blue sash. Nasty little ticks ran off of me, and wormy parasites came out of Raven. Roaches came and ate the wormy things. And DC people stomped on the ticks, and birds ate the rest. We were floating an a thick circle of golden energy with white threads moving through it. The song ended, and we floated back down.
Raven stood up, stretched, and sighed. "Well, I have to go... find MoSh, and... Morrigan. Yes. You go ahead and talk your dream lover thingy. Have you seen MoSh?" asked Raven, creating a portal. "Um, yes, he may be a Naga."
"What's that?" said Raven, and stepped into the portal before I got a chance to tell her.

Dream colors don't exist in Wakeworld
I walked back to the throne, a goofy lion with a red robe, a plastic crown with gold spraypaint, and a plastic red scepter.

I looked up at the sky window, and saw stars. I sighed. "That was so very strange, milord," said Sarnox. "I know. It's blowing my mind. I feel like, amazed, sad, lonely, excited.... confused...."
"Yes, I have experienced that. It's a dream emotion."
"Really?"
"Yes, they are like dream colors, colors you don't see in Wakeworld. It's like the combination of hilarity and amazement."
"I'm a fraud," I said.
"Yes, your majesty, you are a false god," he grinned. "Let us look down on your worshipers, like pompous assholes, my lord," he bowed.
I laughed, and we strolled to the front of the ziggurat. The worshippers were building road into the jungle with their bobcat machines. They were contstructing a giant Juargawn statue that was grinning, and offering a basket of corn. They had built a tiny pyramid with a sign with a flashing sign on it. The sign had a cheesy arrow, and it said, "Stay here, 5 G's a night, dog!"
There were tiny people riding little red scarab beetles on the dirt roads. They were shaking their fists at each other and yelling.
"Fascinating!" I said.
I made a giant corn cob appear in the sky. I made it turn into giant popcorn, and it fell slowly like snow. The worshippers caught them and ate them. They weren't directly worshipping, me, but I thought the statue was pretty cool. I was amazed at how I could feed my own ego so guiltlessly, and laugh about it.
I saw silver space ships fly past us in the sky. A large banyan tree, taller than the ziggurat sprung up, with wooden pod shaped hanging down. Bridges formed between the pods, and worshipers began walking around on the bridges. They waved to the space ships, and they waved to the people down below.
One of the workers on the statue lost his balance and fell off a scaffolding. He yelled in fright. People caught him with telekinesis, and bounced him back on to the scaffolding. They all laughed about it.
"Oh!" I said. "That girl, in the mirror!"
"Right, right," said Sarnox.
"I have to do this quick. I am running out of dreamtime," I said.
"Ok, go!" he said.

Magic Mirror
I stood in front of the mirror. I waved my scepter in front of it, and it rippled like water. I want to see the woman I am going to see!" I said.
The image changed. There was a blond woman with wavy hair standing in front of a mirror. She had a cheerful face. She seemed lighthearted and sweet. She was singing to herself, undoing braids, and brushing her hair. She was wearing a peach colored nightgown. She saw my reflection in her mirror. She turned around.
"Oh!" she said. "You don't look like my reflection at all." I grinned at her, a blue lion.
"A blue lion? Now that doesn't make any sense." I turned into a winged purple jaguar cub.
"Aw, come here you cute thing," she said reacing for me. I turned into my Nomad self.
"I am a real person," I said flatly. "You are dreaming."
"Ah!" she gasped, stepping back. "Am I? Of course, I must be."
"Can I come to your world, other person?" she asked.
I turned into myself, trying to look exactly as I do in waking life. She looked at me and smiled as I reached through the mirror, and she took my hand. I gently pulled her through. It looked like a bubble pane. The image on her mirror faded.
She was wearing light blue jeans, snow boots, a t-shirt, a snow vest, and earmuffs. She looked around the temple and said, "Whoah!"
She looked at me and said, "Do I know you?"
I smiled at her and nodded, turning into a lion man. She slowly reached out to me. I yawned and licked my face.
"Ah!" she pulled back in fear. Then she winked out of sight.
"Maybe not turn into big scary lion man, so quickly, eh?" said Sarnox in a Yiddish accent.
"Well, I feel pretty good about it. It worked on the first try."
"True. Well, you can always try again tomorrow night."

Dream Running!
"Hey, you know what? Let's go dream running!" I said.
"Hell yeah," said Sarnox.

We went out to the landing pad. There was a image of a green snake wrapped around a silvery space ship. I was in lion form. I summoned a row of portals, and lined them up. I focused on running through dreams of people I have shared dreams with. We flew up to a wormhole, and began running. I formed the wormholes into a circle, and ran through. Sometimes I was a purple winged jaguar cub, sometimes a lion. Sarnox got on my back, and he and I turned into skeleton horses, and laughed madly. I reared, and he waved a sombrero. We cam back to the temple, and landed on the landing pad, breathing hard. Now, there was a picture of a mage battling a Naga.

"TWell, I feel like I am going to wake up," I stretched and yawned.
"Man, I woke up a long time ago."
"What?"

The dream faded, and I woke.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-28-2009 11:36 PM

Start Spreadin' The News
I was a lion-man. I bounded out of my bedroom, through the wall into the street, where my spaceshp, Future's Hope was waiting there for me. I waltzed up to the ship. A gecko-man in a tux crooned,"Start spreadin' the news!"
I had on a black cape, a black top hat, and a cane. I walked on the beat to the ship. BA-BADA-BA-BA! I tipped my hat, and bowed to the gecko-man, I made balloons and confetti fall on him. "I'm leaving New York!" BA BADA BA BA!
I spun around once, then halfway. I pointed at him. A trap door opened above his head, and gold coins poured out. When the coins stopped, he was wearing a black afro wig, large sunglasses, a deerskin vest with hippie buttons on and black bellbottoms that changed to lavender
"I want to be a part of it!" The gecko stopped singing. A dark slow heavy bass almost subsonic made the entire ship vibrate. Dark. Dirty. Devilish. "DUBSTEP!" I roared. "Dubstep, dubstep, dubstep, my voice echoed. " There was a total 1/4 rest beat, "ROCKS!" a voice snarled. "DUBSTEP ROCKS," said a voice like the Devil, and I saw a screen with the Devil dancing on it. He was running, cartwheeling, somersaulting and flipping to the left. He popped and did breakdacing. And a bassy drumbeat with the slightest hint of a melody dropped. "DUBSTEP RAHKS!" the voice was throaty and deep, someone was throat singing, and "RAHKS" was mixed in with a jaguar's roar.
"I want to be a part of it," sang the gecko, and his voice was mixing into the song. I sat down in the pilot's chair, amazed.
An engertic soulful female's voice that sounded like she must be the lead singer in a hot funk band, sang wordlessly. It sounded gorgeous.
Pretty colored lights under silver moved about the ship.
"Take me to the moon, bitch!" got mixed in, and it sounded like Dave Chappelle's rap character from Half-Baked.

DJ Mo'o
The gecko rose out of the floor, all silvery, spinning turntables and bobbing his head. He became full of color. Every time he added a phrase in, he would add a new track to the song, a loop that was based on the rhythym and lilt of the phrase. He was playing a keyboard, and doing this live.
There was the voice of a man who sounded desperate and crazed, "You want to go to the Moon? I'll take you to the fucking MOON!" There were screams and gunshots at the end of this.
I stood up and watched him, transfixed. He was wearing a denim vest, and had a big '70's moustache, aviator mirror sunglasses, and an afro, and smoking a joint like a cigarette. His tail was flicking in beat to the music. He was bright green and white in front. He had three orange spots on his head. I asked him, "Hey, what is your name?" My eye camera zoomed in on his face, then backed up. The record went, vvVV! and the music stopped. His background was a used books, records, and comics store. He looked like he was in the 90's. He had a little goattee, a little moustache, beatnik hat, a horizontal striped shirt. He lifted his head, and his shirt changed to a denim vest. He said, "I'm DJ Mo'o, bitch!"
Then, the "take me to the moon, bitch" beat dropped with out the vocals. He looked up at me and lip synched, "take me to the moon, bitch!" Then he dropped the heavy beat.
I wondered if we were flying, but I didn't really care.
DJ Hope appeared next to him. She was wearing a pink and white tie-die halter top, a denim vest, a headband with a smiley face on it, and deerskin bellbottoms. What looked like news coverage from the 70's.

Tommy Chong
A bunch of hippies in San Franciso were in the background. They were listening to someone talk about freedom. It was Tommy Chong. He was saying the strongest messages for freedom are always in music, but we don't speak about freedom as passionately as we sing about it. "Let's talk about it. I want freedom. I want the freedom to love my fellow man, and not be forced to kill. I want the freedom to peaceably assemble. Apparently they believe we are going to be violent. Look at all these lovely cops around us. Silently thank them for their presence." He addressed the cops. "I know half of you guys are stoned, right now! I know you can't take on the job, but, fuck it man. Get really stoned beforehand, or just eat two trays of pot brownies," he laughed. "You'll be stoned for a week! Someone passed him a joint, that looked more like a cigar. "Oh, thank you," he said, and took a hit. Then, he coughed and passed it. Now he had long braids at his side. "Think about it, it helps you deal with the stress of a tough job. You deserve it. I'd rather be arrested by a cop that was stoned, than a cop that was sober. Think about it, a stoned cop is not going to beat the shit out of you. See, we're in America, and I am exercising my right to free speech." You think those Rodney King cops were stoned, man?
If those cops were stoned, "They'd be like, 'Man, that was a fun car chase, but, you know that was a party foul, because you interrupted out doughnut run. I advocate non-violence. Watch out for sabotuers. These are undercover cops disguised as us, not trying to catch us smoking weed, or anything to do with drugs. They are trying to get us to riot, or to make us look violent. These people will always being wearing masks, so they are easy to point out. Everyone has cel phones with camera's now right, a lot of digital cameras out there. If you have a digital camera, hold it up. Ok, now I want you to scan the crowd, record and scan the crowd. If you see someone wearing a bandana over their face, just walk up to them, and videotape them. Zoom in on their eyes. These are sabotuers." One of the cameramen for the event found a sabotuer. He was holding a cut broomstick, and wearing a bright red rag over his face like he bought it that day. He was also wearing a brand new black hat with the logo for The Hornets on it. The cameraman zoomed in on his face which was projected on two screens. Everyone saw the saboteuer look up at the screens. Everyone started laughing, and pointing at the screen. Tommy Chong, said, "What?" and turned. The camera zoomed out on the cop, and the sabotuer pushed his way into the crowd, and ran away.
"Goddamn. That was hilarious, he laughed, pounding a podium. Ok, listen, just to be nice, this is what I want everyone to do. I want you all to, see this cloud, this haze forming above us? I want us all to add to it, right now, just to share. Okay, everyone, I'm Tommy motherfuckin' Chong and I've got something to say! I want you to take a hit of legal cannabis, which it always has been. Because we know any law made regulating cannabis in anyway including throwing people into jail for it, is unconstitutional! Take a hit!"
Everyone in the crowd took a hit. Tommy Chong was handed another impossibly huge joint.
"Now blow it up into the sky as an offering to the gods, who so dearly love to opress and tax us. My name is Tommy Chong, and I've got something to say!"
People began chanting "marijuana" and "cannabis". "You know, 'marijuana' is the Mexican slang for weed, right? But, hey, nothing against Americans for not knowing the difference between two words for the same thing. We were easily decieved by the government. Wouldn't be the last time. Anyway, I just want to thank the great state of California, for returning to the freedom of the Constitution, and legalizing the sale of marijuana, and enjoying of it in public parks!" As he stepped off the stage, there were cops waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
People started chanting, "Pigs go home, pigs go home!"
Tommy grabbed the mic, and the cops walked up the stairs.
"Hey, hey, stop chanting. Listen, if they want to arrest me, we know I didn't break the law here. My lawyers have told me beforehand. If they do this, it's illegal. I advocate peace. The fire department turned hoses on people that were chanting, "Cannabis!"
"I advocate non-violence! Maintain your ground! Get this on camera, everyone! Shoot live if you can!" Cops grabbed Tommy. He walked calmy off the stage, handcuffed. "Take a legal hit for me, everybody. Some people sadly laughed. There was a lot of confusion. People with cameras rushed to where the fire department was shooting people with the hose. They were tumbling down a hill, getting bruised and knocked around. Cops jumped over a plastic temporary fence, and ran at people that were cowering on the ground, screaming at them to get up. A cop looked like he wanted to kick a woman he was screaming at. Then, he pulled out his taser gun.

Get Up!
"Get up, or you will be tased," he growled. A line of cops in black with helmets on in riot gear marched forward. He tasered her. She screamed and rolled on the ground. She started crying, "It hurts, it hurts."
A woman screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" and rushed at the cops. Someone grabbed, and said, "Sh, calm down. We have to be non-violent."
"Get up, or you will be tasered again!"
"I can't get up. Why are you doing this to me?" she was freaking out, writhing on the ground. He tasered her again, and she screamed in pain. As he was electrocuting her, he was screaming at her, "Get up! Get up! Get up, now! Get up, or you will be tasered again!" He laid his finger on the trigger as he said this. A large man, that looked like a Southwest Indian wearing jeans, a tshirt, and a deerskin vest with long salt and pepper hair leapt out from the crowd. As he sailed through the air, he grabbed the woman's hand, then, he grabbed the cops arm, and landed on the ground. The cop got shocked and screamed. He dropped the taser gun. He fell backwards, and reached for his pepper spray. The Indian man leapt upon him roaring like a bear, knocking the cop on his back. The cop sprayed him in the face. He roared like a jaguar, and pummelled the cops in the face. I saw a spirit of a bear, a jaguar, and an eagle in the man.
Three cops rushed at him, and he grabbed them all at the same time, and spun in place. Three cops went flying. A large group of cops circled him. He walked on all fours, and roared like a bear. The cops freaked out, and took a half step back.
"I have no weapons." he said softly.
He stood up, and showed his hands. "I have no weapons," he said loudly. He had two white feathers in his hair with red tips. "I am the Righteous Eagle, and I have no weapons!"
He threw his head back, and screamed like an eagle. He formed his hands into the shape of talons. The cops were standing far away from him. The Indian lunged forward, sailing through the air. He got hit with a small dart in his left thigh. His leg dropped in mid-air, and he fell to the ground.
"They have tranq guns!" He pointed at the dart. "See, I told you! They have tranquilizer guns! Tiny ones you can barely see!" He got hit with three more darts. "Put me to sleep? I'll haunt your fuckin' dreams bitch!"

Wounded Paw in Vietnam
Then, I was watching DJ Hope spinning with this image played on her as if from a film projector. She mixed, "I'll haunt your fuckin' dreams bitch!" into a new beat: drum'n'bass.
The image projected on to hear, was of the same Indian man, with a small group of elite soldiers in Vietnam. They had various kinds of weapons, and a myriad of knives, and a lot of survival tools. There were images of them sneaking into enemy camps, and slitting people's throats in their sleep, after killing the guards or hitting them with poisonous blowdarts.
The Indian man would remote view an area they were going to go into the night before the went into it, to see the layout of the camp, so the could strategize. There was an image of his astral body floating up out of his body, and floating around an enemy camp. I saw a scened of this Indian man learning andvance remote viewing techniques after being recruited by the government because the government said he was a "natural," He said, "That's because I'm and Indian shaman." They laughed and clapped him on the back, and led him down a hallway. While in Vietnam, the Indian man also learned he could walk into people's dreams. He would induce nightmares in all the men of the enemy camp. He would make them dream of large squadrons of helicopters mowing them down from the sky, and bombing their base. The next day, they would be paranoid, focused on the sky, and tired from a night of nightmares. The next night, he would wakewalk, and make people have pleasant dreams, as they snuck into the enemies camp, so they would not get up from sleep. The scene flipped back to the one in the park.

I will Haunt you Fuckin' Dreams, Bitch!
The Indian Man stood up drunkenly. He could barely stand. "My name is Wounded Paw!" he slurred. "And I will haunt your fuckin' dreams, bitch!" he screamed. Then he threw back his head and roared like a bear, then collapsed into unconciousness. The cops carried him away.
As he was being poured unconcious into the back of a police car, I saw a live newscast, with a paramedic in the background in the back of an open ambulance. There was an open gurney. The paramedic was arguing with a cop. A firefighter stepped into the background, and argued with the cop. A pretty young female reporter with a tad too much makeup was grinning into the camera, "The alleged terrorist, claims he is part of a cel of terrorists called Wounded Paw. Sources say that he worked with Al-Qaida after a dishonorable discharge from the Army for assaulting a superior officer, where he was trained as elite psychic soldier in the now defunct EyeSky program. Well, apparently his psychic abilities didn't keep him from getting arrested! Huh, what?" she said to the cameraman.

"Shit."
The camera zoomed in on the fire chief talking to the cop. Another cop showed up. They handcuffed the paramedic, then the first fireman. The fire chief started yell, and a cop pulled out his taser gun and pointed it at the fire chief. A voice yelled "Hey!" and the camera went crazy. The cameraman said, "Oof! OW!"
The reporter, said, "shit."
"Don't you know it's against the law to film officers in the act of an arrest son?" said the cop sitting on the cameraman.
"What the hell? I have freedom of the press!"
"You sound like a terrorist to me son!"
"You are under arrest!" the cop pulled out his handcuffs. "But-"
"You have the right to remain silent!"
The man grabbed the camera, and spun it toward his face, then tilted it up at the cop. The cop said, "Hey!" and kicked the camera, destroying it.

The Terrorist
The scene changed to a courtroom.
A judge was reading off a list of crimes. "Attempted murder with a deadly weapon, Colluding with terrorists, treason, inciting a riot, assaulting a police officer, criminal trespass in the third degree, drug posession, drug paraphenalia posesssion. Your house was full of a huge cache of weapons." The judge lifted his head from the page. "Why the hell did you do this?" he asked.
"Because it was my destiny," said Wounded Paw stoically. "Sixty years."
Then the scene changed to Wounded Paw in prison. He wound terrorize the cops in his dreams that took him down. He would change into a bear, then hit the cop with a blowdart gun. After they collapsed all kinds North American animals would trample over the paralyzed man. The cops began advocating for his release some years later. After twenty years, Wounded Paw was set free. He went up into the mountains, built a cabin and lived by himself for the rest of his life. He focused his dreams on communing with spirits. Sometimes hikers would come by, and he would tell them stories about his life. He didn't care if they believed him or not.
"Dude," one boy said, "I think what that guy said was true."
"I know."

"Then, "I know" was mixed into the song.

Holy shit! I don't believe I just saw a dubstep drum'n'bass movie played over a silvery DJ, the artificial intelligence of my spaceship which is some kind of inorganic being spinning music in my dream! What the hell?

Disco Lion
I stood there in utter shock. Club lights spun around, and a soulful woman's voice from Motown sang, 'Move your body to the music!"
I changed into disco lion, and danced all over the floor. The DJ's were battling! One mixed in a disco clip, and the other mixed in a funk clip.
I did popping and breaking on the floor. The window screen showed the Moon.

My ship came out through a black and white swirling portal, and landed on the moon. Little pink fairies floated over to the ship, and blessed it. Pink magic dripped out of their wands like glitter, and the giggled. They flitted away, and I stepped out of the ship. I was a lion-man in a yellow velvet tracksuit. I had a red afro, cherry red, and was wearing big sunglassed. I had a white tie dye rainbow headband on. I lifted my sunglasses, and grinned at Raven. She began creating a portal. "Hi Raven," I said.

"Oh, I thought we were meeting at the temple." she said and stopped.
"Oh, were we? I forgot."
"Nomad? You okay?" she looked at me, concerned.
I held my head. "What just happened? I feel strange. My head." I collapsed.

Body Talks
I felt myself being carried. I was too weak to open my eyes. I could hear voices. A voice that sounded like Selene, Raven, and Basara was carrying me, I sensed. I fell asleep.
I woke up, but, I was still too tired to open my eyes. I felt my body floating and vibrating. I opened my eyes, for a second, and I was lying in the Glen of Healing. Basara was walking around, playing his green candy guitar softly, a purple cat with red vinyl.
Music was coming out of Raven. I heard her say something about "off the Macross soundtrack." Selene had her eyes closed, and her arms lifted so she was in a Y shape. Grey and white healing energy came out of her into me.
I closed my eyes again.
I felt the Frost Giant lift me up, and lay me down in his cave. My dream body got up from my astral body. I looked at my astral body.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked the Frost Giant.
"Well, the problem is your mind just got blown. Every time your mind expands, it's like a creature with an exoskeleton growing and molting. You must break through the old you to grow into the new you, Centipede Poison. You astral body is exhausted and is recuperating."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, it's like the difference between mind and body, or soul and spirit, but these are gross oversimplification in terms."
"Why is my astral body there, and my dream body here?"
"You astral body is more energetic, more physical in a sense, like physical light. And more prone to these energy attacks, and energy parasites. Your dream body is closer to the core of your being, closer to being the Real You, at your absolute core."
I looked at my dream body. I was purple light, with a glowing white orb at the center of my body behind my navel. "What's that?" I asked.
"That is your pure energy, that is you in your purest form, a being of pure energy."
"Can I leave my dream body, and just be that?"
"You will, in time. But, now is not the time for that. You are exhausted. Do it when your astral body is awake."
"I still don't understand the difference... I mean, what about dimensions?"
He chuckled, "How does a sphere explain the third dimension to a square? All the square sees is a dot that becomes a long line, then shorter line, then finally a dot that disappears. He can't really perceive the second dimension without perceiving the third. The square can look at a reflection of himself, and he would just see a line. The sphere would see the square, see inside the square. The sphere would know it was a sphere. Explaining this is a great task for the sphere, Sphere."
"How do I heal my astral body?"
"Just rest." he said. "You suffer because of fear. You are afraid none of this is real. You are afraid people will think you have some huge ego. You are afraid its impossible to have a dream this long. Blah blah blah. All that fear is wasted energy, and it's wearing you out. Think without limits, Nomad. That will be the rest you need."

Dream Emotion
I changed into a giant centipede rising to the ceiling of the cave. "Why did you call me Centipede Poison?" I roared at the Frost Giant. He lifted a torch off the wall, casting a shadow on the opposite wall. I screamed in horror and delight (Dream Emotion.) I crawled through the air and out of the cave, and into the air. I screamed like a bashee and a nightmare, and grew batwings. I flew up into a black and white swirling portal. In the wormhole I changed into a cute green snake with a little dragon head. I had tiny black batwings. I saw children floating through the portal with teddy bears and dolls. I saw other dreamers, adults floating through the wormhole asleep. I also saw those weird hairy body part things. They always gave me the creeps.
I landed on the landing pad. There was a picture of two winged dragon's surrounding a bear's head which was roaring. I changed into Juargawn, and called like an eagle, then walked into the Temple.
"Oh, there you are!" said Raven. "Where were you?"
"I don't remember."
"You got up out of your astral body, and said some things to me, then went back to sleep in your astral body. It was weird."
"I don't remember that. I feel strange." I said.
"Hey, let's do healing on each other."
"Okay," I said. We sat down on the constellation circle on the floor. We played music, and golden energy flowed out of us. I closed my eyes.
A series of dream snippets came flooding back to me.

Flashback 1
In the first one, Raven and I were two little kids playing in a field of wildflowers. I was chasing a white rabbit. Raven told me to stop chasing it, and maybe it would come to us. She picked a lavendar daisy looking flower. "Maybe it will like to eat this!"She kneeled down in the grass, and the rabbit hopped up to her, and nibbled at the flower.
"How did you know it would like that?" I asked amazed.
"I don't know!" she whispered. The rabbit changed into a pink rabbit with wings. It flew up into the air, and circled around. Raven gasped, "Oh!" "This must be a dream!" she said, standing. She chased the rabbit around, laughing. I found a butterfly. I picked a flower it liked, and it landed on the flower, and drank it. I was looking intently at its wings.

"Hey, Nomad," she called. "Come here!" I set the flower gently down on a log. Raven was scrambling into a hole in the ground. "The rabbit went down here! I saw it go down, and it was flying underground! It changed back to white, but it still has wings. I saw it just a second ago. We have to follow it!"
I got scared and grabbed her ankle. I don't know if I wanted to keep her out of the hole or if I wanted to hold on to her if she went through. She crawled through, and we went through a wormhole. Raven had a stuffed teddy bear, and a light blue nightgown with a carebear on it. She was tumbling through in a cartwheel position, going very slowly. I swam after her. "Raven, wait up!" I said.
We tumbled into darkness. There were floating things. We landed on a checkered floor. Peter Pan appeared before us. Then, he changed into a green Pan. "I am Pan!" He bowed, then said, "Welcome to Neverwonderland!"
He changed into the Jolly Green giant and laughed madly. Then he started dancing, and rays came out from him. It was Gawn. Thinks like caterpillars, and other creatures floated at us. We went into a trance and ate some of them. Gawn grabbed his stomach and laughed. We shook our heads and snapped out of it.
"What just happened?" Raven said.
"I'm scared," I told her. We looked at each other and held hands.
"Let's just wake up," she said.
We nodded, and winked out of sight.
We were lying in the field of wildflowers.
"Wow that was a weird dream!" I said.
The pink rabbit flew by.
"Look!" Raven said.
"Oh, we're still in a dream!" I said.
"Yeah!" and we woke up.

Flashback #2
Raven and I were little girls on the frontier in about 300 years ago. We were walking though a meadow picking wildflowers. "Daddy shot a bear today," she said.
"Are you going to eat him?" I asked.
"I don't know. I like bears," she said.
"Is this a dream?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Why do we always have dreams like this?"
"We are remembering past lives."
"Oh," I said, "and ran up to meet her pace."

Flashback #3 Raven and I were two winged snakes slithering through Eden. We crawled up the tree of life, and ate its fruit. We wrapped ourselves around it, and stared into each others' eyes. Our eyes became portals. I saw Gawn laughing and dancing with his background as the stars in her eyes.

Flashback #4 I was a little boy in a meadow with Raven, the Glen of Healing. We were about seven or eight.
"I can't have dreams with you anymore," I said.
"Why not?" Raven looked like she was about to cry.
"Because, my mom said you're not real."
"But, I am real! I am a real person!" she stamped her foot.
"No, you're not, you're imaginary," I said sadly.
"No I am not imaginary! I am your sister!" she reached down and grabbed a handful of dirt, and threw it in my face. It stung.
"How's that for real?" she asked angrily.
"I just made it up. I made all this up. I made you up to. So, I am sorry, imaginary friend. I have to say goodbye to you, and grow up. When I say goodbye to you, you are just going to be a part of me."
"No I won't! I am going to be me still!" She sat down on a rock and cried.
I wanted to hug her, but I felt stupid for hugging an imaginary friend. I opened a mirror portal.
"Don't you leave buster!" she stood and shook her fist. I turned away and looked at the portal. The portal seemed sad. Selene was the frame of the mirror. She was grey, and had little wings and a cute small face at the top.
"I'm a real person!" shouted Raven. "You better not forget about me. I am going to find you one day, and I am going to make you remember. You'll see."
I turned and looked at her one last time, trying to remember what she looked like. "Goodbye imaginary friend," I said.
"If you're going to go, then leave already!" said Raven and pushed me through the portal. I fell into an attic.
"That was a weird dream!" I said. Then I found my sleeping body, and crawled into bed. I woke up and started crying. "None of that was real," I said, but the words were not comforting. I cried myself to sleep.

I opened my eyes. "Feel better?" Raven smiled. I realized she had none of the flashbacks like I did.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Good," she smiled. "What was I supposed to do?"
"I don't remember. It's like, with our dream bodies, we can't remember as much, but we are more powerful, or something? I don't get it.
Raven mumbled something about Morrigan, MoSh, and Allison, then opened a portal and stepped through.
"Whoah," said Sarnox.
"Oh, did you see that?"
"Dude, the images were floating above your head as you guys were doing that."
"Whoah!"
"Whoah is right."

Summoning Pan
"Man, what was I going to do?"
"Summon Dannon Oneironaut."
"Oh, right, thanks."
Some worshippers ran up with a basket of fruit, but I waved them away and told them to enjoy it themselves, and they ate it greedily.
I walked to the dragon mirror.
I was a lion in a red robe wielding a scepter with a cheesy plastic crown spraypainted gold.
I changed my clothes to black. I changed the scepter into a staff. Black stripes grew threw my mane.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me..." I said rippling the mirror with my ebony staff, "Dannon Oneironaut!"
A blue faun was arranging some things on a shelf. His back was to me. He turned to me. He looked at me, and was startled for a second, then he peered at me. I changed into a faun with green, red, and brown hair. I mirrored him. He grabbed his chin and stroked it. I did the same. He leaned it at me. I did the same. He stuck his tongue out at me. I danced around madly, saying, "you are dreaming! you are dreaming!"
He waved at me dismissively. "I knew that already. Who are you and why are you in my mirror?"
"I just wanted to say, hi, Dannon Oneironaut."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know what else to call you."
"Oh, you are Waking Nomad!" he said, "from the forums."
"Right!" I grinned.
"I'm coming over," he said, and stepped through the mirror.
"Cool!" I said.
He looked around the Temple.
"What is this crazy place? Are we in South America?"
"No, it's my temple on the Moon."
"Cool. What?"
"Well, I am a false god, the god of Nothing."
Worhsippers appeared and started chanting "Dannon! Dannon! Dannon!" and bowing. They offered him a platter of grapes. He ate a couple and laughed. "This is ridiculous."
"Thanks!" I said. "So, do you think you can summon Wampuss?" I asked.
"Sure," he said.
"So, you two have been sharing dreams this whole time?"
"Of course," he said.
We both laughed. He created a mirror. There was an image of a pale grey cat woman chasing a ghost butterfly through a graveyard on a hill at night. The moon was full in the background, making clouds softly glow. A bat flitted by, and she hissed at it. "Wampuss!" shouted Dannon into the mirror, and it rippled. Wampuss looked up at the mirror. She bounded up to the mirror like a cat, and batted at it.
"This is a dream," said Dannon.
"Oh, right!" said Wampuss. Then, she changed into a pretty woman in her early twenties. She smiled at Dannon. He put out a blue hand, and reached through the mirror and took it. I was in faun form also still. She looked at me, surprises. I bowed to her. "You can see how I may have got confused, m'lady."
She was wearing a Renaissance dress, and Dannon and I looked like devils in Renaissance clothes. I made the scene change to a ballroom, and violinists played for a second. Everything changed back, and little pink fairies flitted away from Wampuss. "Oh!" she said. I laughed.
"This is..." said Dannon.
"Juargawn, god of Nothing," I grinned.
Wampuss was too stunned to get the joke.
Wampuss looked at Sarnox.
"My apologies. This is Sarnox, High Priest of Nothing," I said. He bowed with a flourish, and she giggled. Let's go outside.
We stepped out on to the launch pad. There was a picture of a food chain on it. In a circle. The earth, a leaf, an herbivore, a carnivore. There were arrows between each, and all also had arrows pointing to the earth. The sun was in the center.
They had small flying machines, helicopters that went straight up and down, and were held in place by ropes. There was a man pedaling to make the rotors go. Another man was carving the face of my statue. They also had large helicopters flying through the sky. They were erecting great pillars on the sides of the walkway.
"What's that?" said Dannon.
"My worshippers, DC's obviously. They keep building stuff."
"Interesting," he said.
"Exactly."
"Hey, Dannon," said Wampuss, " I feel like I am going to wake up," she said grabbing his arm.
"Ok, dear," he said and patted her arm.
"But, I want to stay here, with you!" she said, and faded away.
He sighed softly.
"Well, I am going to go back into my dream," he said.
We walked back inside. He walked to the mirror, and turned toward me, and waved.
"Thanks for visiting!" I said and waved.
He smiled at me. His smiled seemed lighthearted and cheeful, yet melancholy.
He stepped into the mirror.

The Hot Chick
I stood looking at the silver surface.
"You were going to summon a hot chick, Lord Jurgawn," said Sarnox, a cartoon dog wagging his tail.
"Oh, right," I said. "Thanks! Hey, you don't have to transform into a dog. You're not my pet. We're equals."
"I know," he said, "What's wrong with dogs? I like dogs. Maybe if I'm a dog, I won't scare her if she sees me in the background again."
"Oh right. Hey, what were you last time?"
He changed into wraith form. I slapped my forehead. He grinned sheepishly and turned into a dog. I looked at the mirror, and waved at it. I was a lion-man, in a black cape, grinning. I waved a black scepter over the mirror, and it rippled.
A cute young woman was putting things away in boxes. She stood up and wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. "Aloha," I said.
She looked at me. "Hey, what are you doing in my mirror?" she said. I smiled at her and turned into a cute purple jaguar cub with wings. I acted like I was going to pounce at her, then I laid on my back. She reached through the mirror, and said, "Aw, hey cutie, come here." She grabbed me, then I ran away. She held on to my tail, and was pulled through the mirror.
"Hello, little kitty." She crouched down and pet me. "What's your name."
"Jurgawn, lord of nothing," I mewed. "I mean Juargawn."
"Juargawn?" that's a cute name. Sarnox ran up to her. He dropped a stick that was in his mouth, and barked playfully.
"And what's your name, puppy?" she asked Sarnox.
"Sarnox!" he said telepathically. "Sarnox? That's a funny name for a dog. It sounds like a video game character, an alien or wizard or something." She picked up the stick and threw it. I heard him stifle a telepathic laugh.
She rubbed my stomach, and I batted at her hands playfully. "Hey, don't be a feisty kitty!" she said.
"I'm purple jaugar cub." I said.
"Yes, you are," she smiled sweetly. Sarnox started giggling.
"And look, I have wings," I said, standing up, and showing her my wings.
"Why yes, you do, little tiger."
"Look I can fly." I took off flying in circles around her head. "I'm flying!"
"Yes, you are!"
Sarnox burst out laughing.
"Why is your dog laughing?" she said.
"Because this is a dream, silly!"
I turned into a pink winged lion cub, then a pink winged bunny, and landed.
"So it is!" she said. She picked me up, and pet me.
"What a cute dream bunny you are!"
"I'm not a bunny! I'm a real person!" I changed into myself, as accurately as I could make my physical appearance. She was holding my hand and petting my head.
"Oh!" she said.
"I am too," said Sarnox, and changed into his druid form.
"This is all very interesting, and all, but I think this is too much for me to handle. I don't get it. She backed up to the mirror.
"No, wait, don't be scared. This is all just a dream."
"That doesn't make sense. How are you talking to me?"
"We are talking in a dream."
"But, if you're real, then how can this be a dream? We can only talk in reality. See? This doesn't make sense. I am going to back through that mirror now into a real dream. I don't know what the hell this is, but it's freaking me the fuck out, man."
Aw, no wait! Here, take this with you." I summoned a white hibiscus, and gave it to her.
She looked down at it, and smiled. "It's beautiful." She calmed down.
"But, I really should go."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see you again."
"Yeah," she smiled.
She walked through the mirror. She still had the flower on the other side. Her jaw dropped and she looked at me. I smiled and waved, and her image disappeared.
Sarnox and I walked outside, quietly.

Epilogue
We sat on the landing pad. This time it was a map of the stars. The constellations were drawn around it. We sat down on the edge. The worshippers were telling stories by firelight, wearing jaguar skins. Some people were weaving baskets, others were weaving cloth.
We looked up at the stars. Lonewolf ran through the sky, and picked up Cancer and ate it.
"You know, Sarnox. I never thought dreams could be like this."
"I know."
I had this dream emotion of awe, and joy like I wanted to cry.
I looked up at the stars, and winked out of sight.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 12:09 AM

Originally Posted by beachgirl

... truly breathtaking...

I am looking forward to sharing more dreams with you!

Originally Posted by darknightedlady

A Stranger in the Biodome...so cool that you were able to set up the beacon! I bet that piece of paper helped the person to remember their dream and the word they read. Thanks so much for sharing your dreams and helping to guide others!

Thank you, darknightedlady. I know you don't post your dreams very often, but they are so magical and beautiful. I hope to read more.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 12:19 AM

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Love the Tick. I'm surprised I haven't carve my name into the moon with a giant laser yet.

But other dimension or no, you're still missing the point. You got played in that dream, whether it was a real person of just a regular DC. There was no mention of you taking damage in that dream, no mention of wounds until you got suckered into looking for wounds.

The reason I ask is because the one dream I remember battling you, you looked like the giant building in the intro to the show.

Then, afterwards, we were like two gargoyles, in that coffeeshop they hang out at.

**Man of Shred** · 10-29-2009 01:56 AM

You must capture my dreambody and put it back in my astral body. He is like a child running around blindly. he may get lost, and worse, never merge again. My recall could be fucked for good.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 03:48 AM

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

You must capture my dreambody and put it back in my astral body. He is like a child running around blindly. he may get lost, and worse, never merge again. My recall could be fucked for good.

You recall is increasing. I don't think you need to worry. The Frost Giant was unconcerned, so I think you'll be fine. My theory is when we are pure dream body, we are in a state that is harder to recall, almost like spirit separate from mind.

I am sure your doubles will merge when its time. Raven and I both separated like that also. It's very strange.

**Raven Knight** · 10-29-2009 04:06 AM

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

You must capture my dreambody and put it back in my astral body. He is like a child running around blindly. he may get lost, and worse, never merge again. My recall could be fucked for good.

From what I read in Nomad's dreams my dream body separated from my astral body, too. Last night, when separate, I remembered only my WILD. The Crystal Golem said my dream and astral bodies would be reunited soon.

That should fix the recall problem. Should work for you, too.

Besides, the last time I saw your dream body he had Q with him. Even if Q doesn't stay as your spirit guide, he won't let your dream self get lost.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 06:47 PM

I have a dream from yesterday, that I haven't had the time to finish writing yet, in which I created a paradox.

Then, last night was a long dream, that I still have a lot left to write.

I may start doing these with voice.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 08:44 PM

I was sitting on my throne in the Temple of Nothing, a lion-man, twirling my tail. "I was supposed to do something... What was it?" I asked Sarnox, my High Priest.
"Something about a paradox," he said.
"The worshippers outside were chanting, "Juargawn, Juargawn, Juargawn." They were making a big racket. I walked to the entrance. The chanting stopped. That's strange. I stepped outside with Sarnox.
The worshippers were being lifted up beams of light into silvery spaceships. They were being abducted by aliens.
"Juargawn, help us!" they cried. My eyes bugged out.

missing time

Alien Agenda

I was seated back on my throne. A grey alien stood in front of me. "Pardon for the intrusion, god of Nothing, but we are doing simple experiments on these dream characters of yours. We are researching the true nature of these creatures. Apparently they do have a form of sentience. We are trying to understand the nature of the sentience, and the nature of these creature's energy. They do create, and live, yet are created, apparently, or what I am thinking is they are shapeshifters, like you are but have somehow a kind of hive mind. These are just theories. So, please allow us to continue our experiments. These dream character creatures will not be harmed. They are perfectly safe. We are simply scanning their energy, and seeing how they respond to various stimuli."

He showed an image of a worshiper in an energy cage, being scanned. Images appeared in front of the worshipper, such as food, poop, a naked woman, a sword, stone axe, a wheel, a saber-toothed tiger. Greys were taking notes on his reactions telepathically.

"I am sure this is also of interest to you. Therefore, please allow us to continue our experiments."

He waited. "Um, okay."

"And good luck with your paradox," he chuckled, then winked out of sight with a flash.

"That was weird!" I said.
"I know!" said Sarnox.
"Do you think that they are going to be okay?" I asked.
" I don't know... "said Sarnox.
"I would like to see the results of their experiments, but what if they have a form of sentience? Is it wrong? I am so confused."
"Let's not worry about that right now."
"Right, I have to create a paradox. It's my destiny," I said grimly.

The Paradox
I walked to the mirror, a lion man wearing a long black cape, wielding a black wooden staff. Dark purple flame poured from my eyes. I waved my staff over the mirror. Chronos appeared in the mirror. He looked like Mr. Gone from The Maxx.
"Hello boy," he said.
I was afraid, but I didn't show it. I growled.
"I already know what you are going to do. And I am going to help you do it."
I nodded.
A pale arm came out of the mirror and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, and pulled me through.
I was in outer space.
Chronos turned me inside out. I screamed in agony, and bewilderment. He turned me into a white lemniscate glowing softly white, with little colored orbs glowing through me. I felt Sarnox's presence there, observing quietly.
I moved my consciousness, a little white orb, to the center of the lemniscate.
"That's it," said Chronos. "Right there. Stay right there." I felt another colored orb collide with me, and I was in the womb with my unborn self. I was a little wizard floating in the amniotic fluid.
"You are dreaming," I whispered to my unborn self, and my baby self kicked.
I was a dark wizard, I looked like Chronos. I saw myself as an 18 month old in a crib. My baby self looked at me curiously. My baby self took a nap. I went into my baby self's dream. He was crawling around on the ground, looking at things. I lifted him up into the air. He started floating around. He smiled, and went: AA!
I saw myself again, as a three year old. There was a demon riding me on my shoulders as I ran around the house crying. "Begone, demon!" I shouted at the demon, and hit it with lightning from a dark purple trident. It dissipated. My toddler self collapsed on the floor. My mother picked me up, and carried my toddler self to bed.
I did a magical spell of healing on my toddler self. Grass grew under him, and his dream body was lifted a flew inches off the bed. Golden energy flowed into him, and black worms squiggled out which were eaten by big bufo toads. My toddler self was full of golden energy, and floated up into the air, looked at me, smiled, and floated away.
I walked with my boy self in a dream. We were in a field of wildflowers. My boy self picked a flower and smelled it. "No scent," he said disappointingly.
"Do you know," I said, "this is a dream?"
I made a giant lavender daisy grow up from the ground, 20 feet high, and bend its face toward him. He grabbed it and smelled it.
"It smells like honey!" he said.
The flower straightened up, and flung him off into the sky. "I like dreams!" he said.
He turned and waved goodbye.
I was in the woods with my teenage self in a dream. He looked like a lanky teenage boy, in a t-shirt and jeans enrwreathed in a green flaming aura. Red flames poured out of his eyes and nostrils. "Come here, demon!" he roared at me, and red and black flames poured out of his mouth. His voice sounded like a thousand dragons. I was a purple and black saber-toothed tiger. "I am not a demon. I am you from the future!" I said, bounding at him. I leapt to pounce on him, and he blasted me with red astral fire. It hit me in the chest, and I lost my balance. I winced in pain. I fell on him. I stood up on him, and looked him in the eyes. Green flame poured out of my eyes, and mixed with his red flame.
"That's it. You're beginning to learn."
His forearms turned into tree trunks growing impossibly fast, and he pushed me off of him. I went sailing through the air. I fell and rolled on the ground. He was rushing at me, with his left fist cocked back, a red astral flame glowing around it. RAAA!
I grew wings, and leapt up into the air, flying behind him.
"Come back here!" he turned, and shot a grappling hook out of his hand at me. I knocked away with my paw. I winked out of sight.

I entered the dream of myself in my early twenties. My young adult self was battling a creature that looked like a giant bat-demon, in black and violet in a place that was glowingly beautiful. He had two DC children that he was protecting. He rolled around, shooting blasts of astral energy at it. It knocked over things as it walked toward my younger self. "You fool!" the demon roared. "Don't you know who I am!" I then realized it was Koomo, my spirit guide.
My younger self stopped. He meditated, and a hemisphere of blue energy came out from his center, and pushed Koomo. "RAA!" Koomo sounded frustrated and angry. He winked out of sight. I walked to him, and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched, and looked at me.
"A dark wizard!" he said. He backed up. "Are you evil? I hope not, because if you are I am going to have to kick your ass." A Southern Cross constellation was glowing on his chest.
"No, I am not evil. I am you from the future."
"That's impossible, you lying son-of-bitch! You are a demon!"
He blasted me with red energy. I put my hands out at my sides, arms outstretched and closed my eyes. I had the Southern Cross constellation on me. One star at each point.
"Blasphemer!" he shouted, and intensified his blast. The energy flowed over me, and wrapped itself around me.
My younger self stopped, exhausted, breathing heavily. The stars moved back, and formed on my chest.
I walked to him, and looked him in the face.
"Now do you believe?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said quietly.

I placed my hands on his shoulders. I closed my eyes, and bowed my head. I spoke to him telepathically as lavender energy flowed between us. I showed him so many things that he made himself forget... playing with Raven, MoSh, and Selene in dreams, becoming a secret heretic, and learning advanced dream skills.
We opened our eyes and looked at each other.
"What was that?" he said.
"You already know," I said. "Come, there is something I want to show you." I created a portal, swirling black and white.
"What's that?" he said doubtfully.
"A portal. I am going to take you into my dream."
My young self couldn't contain his curiosity, and he stepped through.

missing time

We were sitting on the landing pad of the Temple. The picture was of a man fighting a snake, then an angel fighting a demon. It was night. My young self looked up at the night sky. The stars moved and swirled.
"Where are we?" he whispered. "South America?"
"No, we're on the Moon."
"Really?"
"Yes, this is a dreamscape that you created, or that you will create, a world of pure thought."
"No."
"Yes, and look, even now, the Earth rises over the horizon."
We watched the earth rise.
My younger self said, "Whoah," and winked out of sight.

The Lady in the Mirror
I walked back into the Temple, in lion-man form. I was exhausted. Sarnox asked, "You alright, brother?"
"Yeah, I just have one thing more to do."
I summoned my didjeridoo. I turned into a black and purple lion.
I walked to the mirror, sat down and played in front of it. The mirror rippled. A woman was looking at heself in the mirror. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Who are you?"
"I am the lion that plays didjeridoos, of course," I said.
I played for awhile. I closed my eyes, but I could feel her watching me. I turned into my physical self. I stopped playing.
"I like that," she said. "It sounded nice. Like, I felt relaxed. It was soothing."
"Do you know this is a dream?" I asked.
"Yeah," she smiled. Her image faded.
Sarnox leaned on his staff and smiled wistfully.
"I am going to wake up," I said.
He looked at me, and said, "I know."
He waved as I faded away.

**beachgirl** · 10-29-2009 09:17 PM

i record all my dreams on an iphone recorder first. then write them down. i am amazed at how much detail i get that i forget later. you on the other hand have a memory like i could only dream about...

still... maybe there is more...

~~~
bg~~~

**Baron Samedi** · 10-29-2009 09:24 PM

Originally Posted by beachgirl

i record all my dreams on an iphone recorder first. then write them down. i am amazed at how much detail i get that i forget later. you on the other hand have a memory like i could only dream about...

still... maybe there is more...

~~~
bg~~~

Then, dream about having a better memory. Haha. In a dream, write on a piece of paper your dreams with invisible ink.

**beachgirl** · 10-29-2009 10:13 PM

i've tried writing things down in dreams... it seems to take me away from lucidity.

so i guess i have to dream about staying lucid while writing things down.

plus... i can never read what i write, either... the handwriting s#^%s!

about having a better memory... i like that. do you do that... or did you?

cuz if you did... well then i am going to!

**Baron Samedi** · 10-30-2009 12:29 AM

Originally Posted by beachgirl

i've tried writing things down in dreams... it seems to take me away from lucidity.

so i guess i have to dream about staying lucid while writing things down.

plus... i can never read what i write, either... the handwriting s#^%s!

about having a better memory... i like that. do you do that... or did you?

cuz if you did... well then i am going to!

No, I haven't done that. It's just an idea. I am suggesting using invisible ink, because it is hard to read in dreams. The theory is the left brain is relaxing while we dream.

I do Trance Recall.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-30-2009 12:31 AM

My dreams are getting so long, that I have decided to record them as audio. I will write them down later as I have time.

**Raven Knight** · 10-30-2009 12:32 AM

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

My dreams are getting so long, that I have decided to record them as audio. I will write them down later as I have time.

I made a couple mistakes. Don Juan was wearing leather boots, but I said blue jeans twice.

Um... that link doesn't go anywhere...

**Man of Shred** · 10-30-2009 01:21 AM

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

Um... that link doesn't go anywhere...

yeah what gives?

**Baron Samedi** · 10-30-2009 06:33 AM

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

yeah what gives?

I tried to upload it to youtube, but it didn't work. I tried myspace, but it sounds like shit.

**beachgirl** · 10-30-2009 05:07 PM

nonetheless, your memory is impressive.
what is trance recall?
warmly,
bg~~~
ps i like the idea of invisible ink.
when i try to write it's like dragging a sledghammer through tar. (sort of... )
and then all i get are circular scribbles.
invisible ink has got to be a better way to go!

ps...

Your dream... the Paradox... Incredible...
coming in as a Lemiscate (or plural) !!! with the glowing white orb,
colliding with a colored orb! .... you from a slightly later moment in time, colliding with your unborn/firstborn beingness? and then meeting later copies of yourself!!!

i've had the experience of my lemniscates... surrounding my heartfield and body.... energetic leylines... and have seen the orbs. like little speedballs. the ones i have seen, they can travel. and rest also in the center.
i have never heard any one else talk about them before in dreams.

**Baron Samedi** · 10-30-2009 06:19 PM

The Third Gate of Dreaming

"I'm Fine, Just take me to the Moon!"
I floated up out of bed. I was a ghost-like jaguar. I felt very strange, like I was in a trance. I floated through my wall, and out into the street. My silvery spaceship, Future's Hope, was waiting there for me. A hole opened in the ship, I floated in and sat down. I changed into a lion man wearing a black cape, a small black crown, holding a black scepter. A purple flame poured out from my eyes. I grimaced madly, and a purple glow emanated from behind my teeth.
"Uh, Nomad? Are you okay? You seem... A little strange."
"I'm fine, just take me to the Moon!"
I slammed my scepter into the floor, and pulled it back. BVVV! We went into hyperspace. My ship played soothing meditation music as we flew through the wormhole. My windowscreen came up. I saw the image of a jungle form before me. I flew over the top of it to a zigguarat. There was a clearing in front of it. There were people there constructing a large statue, about 8 stories high, of a jaguar man. I landed on the landing pad. It was a circle. On the outside circle of the landing pad was a picture of a jaguar fighting a snake. In the center of the sculpture, was a man with his tongue hanging out holding a stick with a small bird's skull on it with feathers. There was a baby on the ground beneath him.

"Um, dude?"
I walked slowly into the temple, as if in a trance. My cape floated out behind me in an unseen wind.
"Welcome, Juargawn, Lord of Nothing. Um, dude, are you okay?" said Sarnox.
"I'm fine!" I snarled as my irises glowed red. "Bring me my mirror!" I walked to the center of the temple floor. I stepped on to the center of the constellation map. Moonlight poured down on to me from a hole in the ceiling.
Sarnox telekinetically floated my mirror to me. I changed my scepter into a black staff, and waved it over the surface of the mirror. My reflection went away, and it became neutral. I waved it again. The mirror rippled, and I saw an image of myself sleeping in my bed. There was another figure stooping over my sleeping self. I felt like this figure was neutral, but I had to see what it was doing, so I stepped through the mirror. It felt like a bubble pane.
I was in my room. My appearance was now that of my physical self. I looked at the person stooping over my body. He turned to me. For a second, I thought it was a creepy ghost. Then, I realized it was because of my fear. I shook my head, and looked at him with true eyesight.
He smiled, "Hello, self."
"Who are you?"
"I am your astral self, but you already know that."
"Well, why did you come here?"

"Hello, Self."

"Well, I floated up out of my body, and I was flying around. I was curious to see what would happen if I came back here, and just looked at myself, so here I am."
"That's interesting. You are my astral body, and I am my dream body."
"We just passed through The Third Gate of Dreaming," we said in unison.
I felt like Sarnox was watching, and invisible presence. At the moment we spoke, don Juan appeared. He was a dark skinned Indian man, with long black and white hair. No shirt, and a denim vest on. He was wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots, and had a dreamcatcher around his neck. He was wearing something on his head like headband. he was wearing a wide leather belt, with a big silver belt buckle with turqoise on it.
"Well, you have done it, Nagual. Now what are you going to do?"
"I don't really know. This is all really confusing."
"Oh, stop being so confused. You have already done this before, many times. Only now, you are aware," he chuckled. "You are perceiving two perceptions at the same time. Are you confused? Are you disoriented? No, you are not. It's just hard for waking, concious lucid mind to handle right now. Oh, you do this all the time. So do so many people all over the world," he laughed.
"Okay, now what am I supposed of the world."
"Oh, you need to use the your gift for the greatness of the world," he said theatrically. "Do whatever you want," he said seriously. "What is good? What is evil? Do you really know? You need to stop doing nothing, and start doing nothing. You are like a silly little child playing with a non-poisonous snake. So, what do you have to say for yourself, you silly child?"
"What am I supposed to say?"
"Say, anything you want," he said and disappeared.

"Well, that was strange!" I said.
"Oh, no it wasn't. It was, but it wasn't. We're already used to this by now," my astral self said.
"I say that because that's just a way for me to deal with it."
"With what?"
"The fear. It's not really that. I don't know how to describe it. It's a dream emotion."
"Yes, I know of those," he said. "Let's go fly up to a mountain!"
"Okay!" I said.
We flew up to a tropical mountain, and sat down on a flat rock near the peak.
"It's daytime," he said.
Then, I saw the day. "I know," I said. Then, I saw day and night at the same time.
"We are seeing two perceptions at the same time," he said.
"It's strange."
"No, it's not. We've been doing this for thousands of years."
"I know. Let's return to our sleeping body."
"Okay," my astral self said. We held hands, and flew through the air, and as the dream faded.

**Majinaki** · 10-30-2009 11:36 PM

Originally Posted by darknightedlady

A Stranger in the Biodome...so cool that you were able to set up the beacon! I bet that piece of paper helped the person to remember their dream and the word they read. Thanks so much for sharing your dreams and helping to guide others!

Oh, it helped alright.

Nomad..
I'll talk to you when im better... your knowledge is too much for me to think about right now.. still working on lucids..