dreams and nightmares...

dreams are slippery things... fragments of the subconscious mind, or maybe one's past or future self. if one would only pay close attention to dreams, who knows what kinds of cryptic revelations and otherworldly knowledge they would reveal....

an unimaginably bright green-yellowish light ---

--- that's all he sees.

he stands up, naked, the strange light covers his body. "this is utterly fascinating", he thinks. and suddenly he sees her, a sad girl, calling his name... asking him to come back... she's waiting for him. he falls down.. and starts crying, he can't remember anything.

an unimaginably dark black-reddish light ---

--- that's all he sees.

he stands up, naked, the strange darkness isolates him. "i feel very cold and alone", he thinks. and suddenly, an ear shattering explosion resonates...he hears someone shout the most soul-chilling shriek he has ever heard... he falls down, shaking, terrified.

he sees the spear protruding out from the platform... he pulls it out.. and then everything goes blank.

he sees the spear protruding out from the platform... someone pulls it out.. and then he feels this excruciating pain within his body.

he wakes up in a ship.. a pirate ship. they're fighting... they're winning... and then.. an explosion... he blacks out.

he wakes up in a ship.. with another being...that ugly being attacks him.. he dashes out... suprisingly... with the attacks.. he's not hurt. and then an explosion.. they black out.

"GENERAL !!!", bomber morran wakes up, he feels his whole body aching. "it must be the blast from that boomer smurfer guy". he timidly tries to stand, but the quick graceful healing hands of the priestesses stop him.

"not now, bomber, you need to rest, it will take a couple of days before you can fully recover. we, the priestesses will make sure that everything is going to be fine." says knight pinkstar calmly.

"where's the general? is she alright?", panics bomber.

"yes she is, bomber. she's now preparing for the next defense of the alliance, you've been asleep for almost three days", explains pinkstar.

"really? three days huh. i'm glad i didn't fail to protect her.", boasts bomber.

"yes bomber, you may have successfully protected our general, but we lost one great hero. rest now, and gather your strength, the battlefield will need you soon." pinkstar walks to attend to the other jhustinites who need healing.

five hundred and one fuschia light years away, on planet thoracolumbariosis, our hero, wavymoks, opens his eyes.

"Iiggghhhkksss... huh... i'm alive" he touches his head, his shoulders, his body. "i'm alive!! nyahahahahah!! that moronic general missed!! goodness! goodness! nyahahahahaha!!"

"nnggghhh".. an erotic moan comes from somewhere.

"what is that sound...? and where am i? what are these strange caricatures on the walls...? ooohhh... bad headache." as he collapses again on his bed.

wavymoks looks to his right.. and there's this beautiful lady glistening with glittery sweat... she murmurs and drones on sexily, as if she's in ecstacy.. or consumed ultimately by a supreme being. wavymoks can see only half of her body. she opens her eyes lazily and looks seductively
at him.

"aaahhhh our hero has awakened,
for luck is his charm

in the scrolls, it is written

that nothing can give him harmmmhhhhh"

"hah hah...we've been waiting
the prophecy foretold

a being will come down falling

with the secret key he holds.. unngghh"

"hmm.. excuse me my vivacious, sexy lady, but what are you talking about? and why are you acting like that... and what do you mean WE?? who's with you?" wavymoks says as he tries to stand.

"ngggggghhhh..." the lady bites her luscious berry-red lips and smiles.

"we... young man,
the great bard protector
and the muse woman..
whom i adore"

then a well-built muscular man, wearing an apron, suddenly appears from below, as he wipes his face and smiles to the hero. the lady muse then stands up, fixes herself.. and flashes a satisfied smile to the bard.

"welcome, welcome, don't be shy,
to the hall of prophecy and archives,
i'm the bard, husbandsky...
and she's luciouslegdrop my wife"

"hall of prophecy? where exactly am i? and where's my spear? how the hell did i survive that blast? and please.. stop sensually touching each other.", wavymoks replies, as he thinks of his pretty general.

the bard clears his throat and the muse readies herself, for they start to speak the language of prose and lyric poetry.

"prophecy, place, spear, blast
questions will be answered

but for now just relax,

and allow us to be heard"

"tis planet thoracolumbariosis
the globe of prophecy and archive

our existence is to assist

the hero destined to arrive"

"a hero whose clouded past
shrouds mystery to all

yet he comes, at last

for his memory to be recalled"

"he will survive out of luck
the key he holds saves from harm

teleports him though stuck

like he lost an arm."

"what do you mean the key i hold? and it loses an arm? do keys have arms? and wow, you two know how to rhyme! goodness, goodness!" wavymoks interrupts.

"ohh..duh, we're just reading the dummy board behind you.", the bard sings.

"sssshhh...

soon you'll see...

soon you'll know...

for now,

sleep,

and may the gods

bestow their

greatness onto you."

and they break out into a soft melodious lullabye to calm the inquisitive hero.

he dreams again --- there's a woman in front of him, bright lights cover her. he can't see her face, she calls him. lights flash as they hold hands... and then suddenly, darkness.

he dreams again --- there's a woman in front of him, bright lights cover her. he can't see her face, she asks him to come back. lights flash as they hold hands... and then suddenly, darkness.