Dreams usually have some sort of absurd flavor. Some are a strange mix of reality and impossibility, sometimes making them scary, enlightening, or sweet. But some are just wierd! This isn't a real dream, but it is inspired by the same strange elements that I sometimes remember experiencing in dreams. I just felt like making this one up while awake for a change, pretending it means something really profound!

THE DREAM

I followed through the hazy portal, but found nothing. I was standing on something, but could not see it. Everywhere around, the air and sky was pink. But then the sky flashed purple and something hit me, not clear from which direction. I lashed my sword at the emptiness. I felt and heard it hit metal, but I could slice through it with effort. Wherever I hit, a cloud of grainy orange appeared then receded into nothingness. Every time it attacked, the sky glowed purple. I fought the invisible orange presence for only a short while, until I saw a final intense purple flash of the sky, almost black. I realized that I had defeated it. Then everything faded to a calm yellow.

"What was that?!" It was Proxis, he'd just come through the portal.

Hesham Wahby