DJ entry: Juargawn Chronicles

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.

Centipede Poison
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.

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.