I am standing in circular stone room. There is a man with his back to me performing a ritual over a cauldron. The walls are lined with shelves full of books and jars of varying powders and liquids. The magician is wearing a black cape and boots. He seems unaware of my presence.
He suddenly turns to me.
He is me. He is Otherme, from my dreams on the Moon years ago. He looks so different now. He has long bushy eyebrows, and a long moustache and goatee. He has deep set wrinkles in his face, and seems a lot more year-worn.
"Oh, it's you. You finally got here. I've been summoning you, Nomad. What the hell? Why did you take so long?"
I feel confused. "I don't know." I look at my hands. They look ghost-like. Weird.
"Advanced Task ii - Turn into a ghost and over-shadow one of your Dream Characters. You can overshadow a human being, an animal, an inanimate object, or even another ghost by phasing completely into the host's body. Have fun! Stay as long as you can in the host's body and then ask them if they remember what happen?" Accomplished!
"Don't you know you are astrally projecting into my physical realm?"
"This is dream!"
"No, keep telling yourself that, bub."
I wake up, and return to the dream the next day.
I float up out of bed, and go through a crystal ball into Otherme's magic study room.
"You got something to tell me?"
"You are amazing!"
TOTM:Basic Task i - Meet yourself and ask them what they have been wanting to tell you. -Accomplished!
I get sucked into his eyes." I see a mess of dreams from the past. I feel epic.
"I AM THE GOD OF NOTHING!" I roar.
I teleport to the Temple of Nothing on the Moon. Sarnox appears, my skull-faced High Priest, and gives me a bony hug.
We step out on to the landing pad at the top of the stairs of the ziggurat. There is a image on the pad of a jaguar fighting an anaconda, which changes to an image of a were-jaguar and WinterFae-Selene.
I look out over the City of Nothing. I see my worshippers below that have evolved into the information age, with laptops and celphones in their grass huts. I laugh. The City is overgrown with all kinds of trees and vines. I love it.
"Time to hit the bong, Juargawn." Sarnox and I sit, and he hits a bong that has appeared in his hands. He hands it to me.
"Hell yeah, my dog."
He laughs, because he was my dog when I was a boy in his past life.
I light the weed with a flame shooting out from my finger. I take a massive inhale. I blow it out, and it forms a cloud the size of a bus in front of us. Sarnox laughs uproariously. I blow air at it, and make it form into two dragons battling, then it dissipates.
"Beat that, Gandalf!" I chuckle.
"Are you good, my dog?"
"Hell yeah."
"Me too. This shit is good. Who grew it?"
"You, Juargawn."
"What is it called?"
"Zero God."
"Fuck yes. I am going to grow Zero God in real fucking life."
"This is real fucking life, my nigga!"
"Holy shit, Sarnox, you're right!"
"Of course."
"No, I'm Black. Why does my family pretend we're not part Black? It's fucking annoying."
"You know my bitch of a mother hated me just because I looked like my black lab dad. Yup, she's a breed-ist. Pure German Shepherd, that Nazi bitch."
We start laughing our asses off, and then I toss my bong off the ziggurat into the village below, shouting, "Heads UP!"
My worshippers move out of the way, and the bong breaks in the village square near their fountain. They pick up the pieces and pour them in a trough made of lava. They put the trough on a fire, and melt the glass. Then, they pour it into a mold, and a magician appears in a red and black robe and breathes on the mold. It moves and stands up, a living hot glass statue of me. Weird!
"Oh fuck? Did I do the Task of the Month?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sarnox says.
"I don't remember. Halloween? October?"
A bunch of pumpkin vines suddenly crawl out of the ground and grow all over the village. Pumpkins grow in two seconds to the size of hippos. I laugh at my power.
"Haloween!" I shout at the ground.
Zombies clamber out of the ground. "Oh fuck. I hate zombies."
Suddenly Michael Jackson's Thriller music blasts from out of nowhere, and the zombies start doing the dance. Sarnox and I run down the ziggurat, and join in their dance. There is a bright blast of light in the sky, and Michael Jackson floats down out of a portal wearing a white suit with no tie, and a dapper white fedora, white shoes with black socks, and one white glove covered in diamonds. His head is down, and his left gloved hand is pointing to the sky, and one knee is bent. He snaps and changes position, then spins and looks at me. He looks like he did before the surgery. His face morphs into an ugly zombie face, and he leads us in the Thriller zombie dance. It’s so epic. The music fades, and the zombies disappear into nothing. Michael Jackson remains, looking at me, smiling.
“I’m alive my friend. They will never find me. Don’t worry.”
“I knew it!” I exclaim. He hugs me, and it feels so real, and I realize he feels so small, then I realize I am nine feet tall. I feel myself in my giant were-jaguar body. How strange! I look into his eyes.
“You’re alive,” I barely whisper.
“Yes,” he says quietly. “AND THEY WILL NEVER FIND ME!” he shouts, rocketing toward the sky with his gloved fist in the air. He screams his epic primal scream, “HAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Then, laughs maniacally, flying into a bright sun portal in the sky, and with a flash, he’s gone.
Sarnox and I teleport to the top of the ziggurat, and high-five each other. “Dude, that was so fucking epic! Yes!”
I snap my fingers, and WinterFae, my wife appears. She is so sexy wearing a belly dancing outfit. She leaps to me and kisses me. “What are you, my genie?” I ask.
“Sure, Nove, call me anytime!”
“Your dream body was sleeping when my dream body woke up.”
“I didn’t know that was possible.”
“I guess it is, because you were.”
She turns to Sarnox, and he becomes Samuel my old dog, and wags his tail and grins at her. She pets his head and gives him a treat. “I fucking love beans and almond butter!” he grins.
“What do you want to do, Nove?” Winter asks me.
“Let’s have a concert!”
“Okay,” she giggles. I clap my hands and giant subwoofers the size of semi trucks appear out of the ground.
I am the god of the fucking Green Moon
When I speak, my verse goes Boom
The Bass rocks your face, and the bass booms the room
The walls vibrate with the subsonic sound
Pachyderms send through the beast underground
mushrooms grow from the shit you found
eat those lil bitches instead of beef by the pound
a pound of flesh is blood on the ground
boom bitch boom bitch boom bitch boom!
subsonic bass goes straight to your brain
subliminal make you act insane
I’m on the Delta Low, where are you?
Do you fool with the fools who do voodoo?
Do you fuck with the ones you fuck you?
What do you do with the time you screw?
What would you do if it was just me and you?
Time after time, we drink the fine wine of Lucidity,
Lucifer, Lord Satan is the god of my dreams,
Gawn is the god of the Warriors of the Dream
Time is no enemy for my immortality,
Life is the Law of my morality,
Blood is sacred, and Life is the Dream,
Rip the edge of reality, and scream at the seams,
Run for the sun, and ride the mean seas,
I am Juargawn, the god of the Green
Moon! Boom! Moon! Boom! Moon! Boom!
I AM THE GOD OF NOTHING!
WinterFae bellydances as I emcee. My worshippers in the village cheer, and dreamers from all over the Moon and Urth appear and dance in the audience. People smoke weed, and a huge cloud floats over the audience.
“Fuck this shit is epic!” I exclaim as the song ends. DJ HI-TEK appears behind us and drops the bass.
I dive into the audience and crowd surf. I smile at the sun and the dream fades.
