DJ entry: Queen of Night

I was a lion-man. I bounded out of my house through the wall, into the street. My spaceship was waiting there for me. I changed my appearance so I was wearing a top hat and a black cape, and a black cane. I strolled up to my ship, spinning my tail, grinning. I walked up stairs of floating liquid metal into it. I was now wearing a small gold crown, and wearing a red a white cape, and holding a scepter. I sat in the pilot's chair, and slammed my scepter down into the metal, to the left of the chair which closed around it. I placed my paws on the arms of the ship, and lights glowed beneath the metal.
"Welcome, Jurgawn, Lord of Nothing," said the computer. "What would-"
"Hey, did you just call me Jurgawn? Because that's not my name. It's Juargawn."
"That's what I said."
The ship floated up off the ground into the sky, and hovered at about a thousand feet in the air. "Welcome, Jurgwan, Lord of Nothing, what kind of music shall I spin for your listening pleasure on this journey to the Moon?"
"Hey! It's... hmm. Music? Disgusting, dirty, dangerous dubstep!"
WA-WA-WA-WA-WA WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW Boom-ch! BM-ch!
I bobbed my head to the music and grinned. Lights of all colors flashed and glowed behind the silver. The window screen came up, and I grabbed the scepter, and slammed it forward, going into hyperspace. A vertical portal, a black and white swirl, appeared above the ship, and sucked me through.
Glowing tribbles stuck to the spacecraft. A big red button rose up from the floor, on a tongue of liquid metal. It said "ZAP" on it in big white letters. I grinned and slammed a paw down on the button. The ship electrocuted the glowing tribbles. The tribbles glow decreased, and the ship spun around, making them fly off. The computer used the sound of the zap, and intergrated it into the song.
"When did you become a DJ?" I said to the ship.
"I always have been," I heard a smile in her voice.
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Because, that's what you wanted me to be."
"Oh!" I said, "What's your name?"
"Jessica. But, you can call me Hope, DJ Hope," she chuckled.

A woman of liquid metal grew up out of the floor. She had blond hair, and sky blue eyes. She grinned at me. I bugged my eyes out. A DJ table of liquid metal grew up from the floor, and headphones grew out of her head. She had one headphone on, and started spinning dubstep. She looked up at me and grinned, then she melted back into the floor.
"I have been listening to a lot of dubstep recently," she said.

"Oh really? Where?"
"In dreams, of course."
"Oh, right. But, where do you hear the music? How?"
"It comes out of your soul sometimes."
"Oh, right. I know!"
"I like dubstep," said DJ Hope.

I landed on the Moon in the Biodome, and stepped out of the ship. Raven was creating a portal. She looked at me. "Hey, I thought we were meeting in the temple!" she said. "Oh, right! Sorry, I got distracted by a conversation." Raven stopped creating the portal. "Huh?" People in the Biodome walked around the ship, and looked at it.
"Jessica," I called up into the ship. Jessica stepped out of the ship, a woman of mercury.
Selene ran to me, carrying a large shallow woven bowl of fruit on her hip. She stopped when she saw Jessica. Jessica sauntered to Selene, and embraced her, kissing her on the lips. Selene dropped her fruit and stepped backwards. She slapped Jessica's face.
"Aw," Jessica pouted, "You don't remember your lover?" Jessica became a White woman in 1800's clothes, wearing a pastel yellow dress, and twirling a parasol of the same color. She had brown curly hair, and red lipstick. "You don't remember me?" she said to Selene. Jessica turned into a mercury lionness, and leapt upon Selene, knocking her over. Selene turned into a jaguar and growled, pushing her off. They growled at each other, and walked in a circle.
They began fighting, tumbling all over the Biodome. Raven said, "that's enough fighting in here," and created a tornado which sucked them up into it, then tossed them out of it. Selene fired moonlight at Jessica as they flew out, and Jessica roared, and a tongue of fiery mercury extruded from her mouth. Jessica turned back into a silvery woman, and strode up the stage. "I just want to play music," she said haughtily, flicking her hair. Selene crossed her arms and gave her back to Jessica.
Jessica made a DJ table appear, and spun some kickass dubstep. Two or three people danced, and the rest stood there, mouths agape. I looked at Raven. "So, to the temple? I asked her?"
"Well, it doesn't really matter," said Raven creating a portal.
I stepped back into my ship, and Selene followed. Raven laughed and stepped through the portal. I got in the ship, and sat down. The music Jessica was spinning on stage in the Biodome was blasting in the ship. "How do you do this at the same time, Jessica?" I asked the ship.
"Telepathy," she said.
"Oh, right."
I grabbed the lever on the left side, and blasted into warp drive. A portal opened up in a blue sky above the jungle. I landed on the landing pad at the top of the ziggurat. The picture was and Indian heiroglyph of a man wearing a jaguar skin fighting a winged serpent. The man was holding a stone axe. Selene and I stepped out of the ship. I saw Raven step out of the dragon mirror into the temple.
I looked down at the DC's. They had some little machines, bobcats, and were making dirt roads through the huts. "Well, that was a leap!" I thought. They had small stone axes, that the spun around on a leather strap, and threw at targets at an axe range.
The remainder were bowing and chanting, "Jurgawn! Jurgawn! Jurgawn!"
I put my arms up to silence them.
"Thank you, my people, but, uh, it's actually Juargawn."
"Oh right!" one of them said. Selene started laughing her ass off.
"Juargawn, Juargawn, Juargawn." I smiled and went inside. Raven was sitting on my throne. I looked at Sarnox. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Raven reclined in the throne.
"I could get used to this." she said. "Raven, Queen of Heaven."
"Do you want to be a god, too?" I asked.
"Hmm, maybe. I think it's funny. Maybe I will be a queen in the Tower. The dark, but benevolent Queen of Night."
"That sounds pretty badass."
Raven stood up off the throne. She was wearing a black dress that looked like it was made of thin fabric stretched over bone, with a large collar, and long sleeves. Instead of hair, she had lavender skin on he scalp. She was wearing purple lipstick. Her eyes were lime green, then red flame came out of her eyes. She was wielding a black staff. A black housecat ran out from behind some pillars, and leapt into her arms. She pet it, and cooed, "Good kitty."
The cat leapt down. Raven looked at me, grinning madly. The cat jumped on to the floor.
"I am Raven, Queen of Night!" and her voice sounded thunder and waterfalls. She opened her arms, and lightning came down from a hole in the ceiling, and crackled over her body.

Her aura was a green flame, and her background changed to a dark castle with bats flying about it. "HA HA HA HA!" She pointed her wand at her cat, and it changed into a black lioness, and sprouted raven wings. Raven climbed on to its back, and it bounded out of the temple, and leapt into the air. She flew up, and hovered. She made another moon eclipse the Sun. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning struck the ground. "I am Raven, Queen of Night, and all who see me, cower in fear!"
She flew down over the worshippers, and her lion roared. She laughed madly. The worshippers covered their heads and screamed. Raven and the lion flew into the temple. We had to duck.
Her steed came to a sudden halt, and she tumbled off. Raven turned back into herself, and her cat changed back into a house cat. She sat on the floor, and held her head. "Oh, what just happened?" Selene looked concerned. "Nomad? Nomad? Am I okay?" Selene bent down to Raven and looked in her eyes. I looked at Raven through Selene's eyes. Raven's eyes looked like two windows to the night sky.
"Well, you became the Queen of Night," I said.
"Wha-?"
"Let's just do healing," I said.
"Ok."
We sat on the constellation circle, and I played my didjeridoo, in lion form, while she sang. Golden light flowed between us, forming a circle, then a hemisphere. Little black bugs ran out from me. Mice ran out from the pillars and ate them. DC's carrying baskets of food stomped on the rest. Raven's body turned golden, and she was lifted up off the floor on her back. She seemed to fall asleep. I slowed and faded my music. Raven was unconcious. I picked her up, and slung her over my shoulder.
Selene and I walked to the dragon mirror. An image of the Glen of Healing appeared, and we stepped through.

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 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.

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.
"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.
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.
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. Rave 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 knew? 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.
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. "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.
"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 supressed 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 sectrets, 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."
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!" Lightning came down from the sky and into her staff. 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.
"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.

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.
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."
"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.