You have the most bizarre dream. Two creatures, vaguely humanoid are talking about you while you drift slowly in a weightless space full of what look like distant stars. You have no idea what they are saying as it is in a language that you imagine no human being has ever heard, but the fact that you are the subject of their heated discussion there can be no doubt to you, although you can’t say why you would know this. One of the beings you somehow imagine as female even though the creature is only vaguely humanoid and seemingly made up of stacks of long crystals of the deepest blues and blacks. The second similarly built creature is a bit larger and by the tone and quality of it’s speech and build you imagine it to be male. They seem to be holding what looks like a lump of clay or rock that the two of them are busying themselves in sculpting while they discuss you far, or perhaps just, below them as the exact concept of space seems to be lost on you at the moment. Their heated debate continues as they fight over the lump, all the while they in turn tug and pull at the clay causing it to change form till you see it is apparent it is taking on humanoid form itself. They seem to be making some kind of doll or sculpture of some kind, ‘how peculiar,’ is all you think. While the male form seems to be doing most of the work the female one does seem to get him to concede to some of her suggestions. After some time the male form seizes the doll from the female one makes a few final changes and casts it violently to the far corners of wherever you are.
You awaken from your dream sitting up suddenly just barely refraining from screaming as you do. Looking around frantically your eyes straining to focus you are instantly aware of the fact that it is quite cold. “What the hell isn’t my furnace…” Your voice trails off as you are now distinctly aware that it simply isn’t your voice. The voice coming from your mouth is just not quite right, you sound like a man, the tone is smooth, almost musical like some kind of cool rock star, “What is going on, where am I, what is up with my voice? I la la la la laaa, wow I sound good, weird.” Rubbing the sand from your eyes you are then aware of a couple more things, the first being that you are stark naked, the second that your hands are much larger but still smooth and slender. Rising to your feet suddenly confused and afraid you look down across your form and see you are now apparently not at all yourself. You would guess you now stand about 5’9” tall, and while you wouldn’t say you look strong exactly, more like the build of a runner, long and lean with basically no fat what so ever. Your skin is apparently black, and not the usual browns or blacks that one might consider normal, you seem to be nearly pure obsidian in color yet you do almost seem to have a tan, as in some areas it seems a bit lighter grey, on the undersides of your arms, and other areas that would not be hit as directly by sunlight. The whole effect is a bit unnatural yet quite stunning. Catching a glimpse of your hair, that seems to be an almost 80’s rock star mop on your head, seems to be pure white. But the thing that you simply can’t take your eyes off of is the fact that you now have a cock, and a magnificent one at that, it is around 8” long and hangs perfectly straight, as you look over yourself your mind tells you that some how the doll in the dream must be you as your body seems to be one of near perfection. No not exactly perfection, but more like an artists view of a person. “Is this heaven? No. I remember dying I think. So I take it this would be reincarnation of some kind then? But where am I?” You ask the air, part of you thinking you might get a response, but none comes.
That is when you notice a few things. You appear to be in a hotel room in one of those fantasy suites that have gone all out. The bed is a wood frame with a pile of furs lying on it. There is a stout wooden door leading out, and a hole in the wall you guess is supposed to be a window with a small door that opens out and up that is currently closed. The only furnishings in the room beyond the bed are a small low table with a large jug of water and a bowl, plus a pot in the corner. As you look around the other thing that is apparent, to your amazement, while the only light in the room is coming from the tiny crack along the bottom of the window shudder, you can see everything, although almost equally amazing everything is in black and white like an old photo, except wherever the light hits, color is simply added as if by a paintbrush. Spotting a large unlit candle with three wide wicks you then scan for a way to light it, when suddenly a bizarre string of characters and hand motions springs in your mind, without even thinking you do as your ’memory’ tells you, and the candle sparks to life with a tiny crackle of flame that bursts into existence. As the candle light washes over the room all of the colors wash over the room making you stare in amazement. Taking a few minutes to simply take it all in, your attention next turns to the items on the table. You see a fine white linen tunic, a pair of black pants that lace closed, a pair of fine silk under shorts, a pair of what look like riding boots with a cuffed top almost like what you might expect to see in a pirate movie, and a long dark grey hooded cloak. There is also a wide belt with what look like a long thin sheath as well as 3 pouches threaded onto it, two large and one rather small. Next to the clothing is a couple of other items as well, first you find a double bladed 8” dagger in a sheath that seems incredibly sharp, next you see a pair of thin sticks that as you look at them your mind tells you the odd words that will activate them, if your inner voice can be believed fires a long bolt of lightning and apparently has enough magic to be used 12 more times, and the second will call into existence a huge wolf to attack your enemies for roughly one minute and similarly can be used 21 more times before it will turn to dust. Inspecting them you realize they are what you must keep in the sheath on the belt, and the dagger sheath looks to be tucked into the top of your right boot.
Starting with the small pouch you find it contains 45 gold coins about the size of a dime as well as 5 slightly larger coins your first guess are silver, but on further inspection you realize are actually platinum. As you open the second larger pack you find it contains what looks like trail rations of hard bread and salted meats, there is a knock at the door. “Oh no I can’t open the door I am still naked. Oh, what is going on.” You mutter quietly to yourself as you quickly struggle to pull on the pair of under shorts as you nearly hop over to the door. Just as the knock is repeated for the second time you arrive at the door taking the handle in your new hand, somehow almost expecting it not to feel real. Then stopping just short of actually opening the door you call out the whomever is out there, “Who is it?” |