Dreams, Dreams...?

Sorry people. No sex in this chapter.. But I have lots planned.

Just for the record, I got the idea for MacTwilight from the Feegles in the Terry Pratchett books… So I thank him for the idea! ^_^

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Neil was now being flown across Nightopia by his new friend Yokubo. There was a painful throbbing in the crotch of his jeans but the nightmaren had assured him that she would take care of that as soon as they got to her bedroom. Neil had to keep reminding himself that he was ‘infinitely patient’. He was finding it quite difficult to be patient right now.

He was gliding across a snow-covered place. He shivered as he was towed behind Yokubo but watched with considerable interest as her nipples hardened and pushed against the leather. He found it didn’t help his problem much.

“Are we almost there?” he asked, a slight whine in his voice. He was sure in dreams it didn’t take this long to travel. In most dreams you just seemed to… arrive. This was different. As interesting as the scenery was the journey was still just as slow and boring as if it was happening in real life.

He admitted at first the idea of flying was fun. His body seemed weightless as Yokubo dragged him along. But it soon got boring, cold too in this snowy place. He started to wonder when he was going to wake up… Yokubo seemed to think he wouldn’t, but that would be silly wouldn’t it? This was only a dream after all.

“Sorry honey, we’re not used to such big dreamers around here.” She turned her head and smirked at him.

Her eyes… Her eyes worried him slightly. No creature should have eyes that big. But then, Yokubo was an odd creature. Her face was perfectly round and her head just floated above her shoulders. Her hands were similar, just floating in place at her wrists. He wondered why this didn’t frighten him more, but then, he thought, why would it? She’s a dream after all. His imagination must be working overtime. But…

Her hands, her lips, her flesh… It all seemed so real…

His train of thought was broken as he noticed the surroundings changing. The sun winked out suddenly and they were bathed in darkness. Now, he realised, he was starting to feel really scared. It was the kind of fear you got in nightmares when things didn’t make sense. The light and the beautiful snow had just vanished and, as his eyes adjusted to the drop in light, all he saw was dark plains, dead trees, and a dirty stream making its way towards a distant town. It looked like an old fashioned village but it was far from quaint. A huge castle overshadowed it, with towers and buttresses sticking out at impossible angles. Neil heard a squeak emerge from his throat.

“I don’t want to be here… I want to wake up…”

“But honey, my room is in the castle! We are almost there!” she stopped and pulled him into an embrace, trying to comfort him as they flew along. “I know its scary out here… But it will be fine when we get inside, trust me honey.”

He nodded and shut his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to see this place. He felt the panic rise in his stomach. Something told him he wasn’t meant to be here…

He only opened his eyes again as he felt Yokubo land. She let go of him and held his hand tightly, giving him a reassuring smile as she pushed open the huge doors of the castle. Yokubo pulled him inside.

He found himself standing in a wide dark corridor that was almost as frightening as outside. Smaller corridors branched off the sides but they headed straight forward. Other creatures watched him as they walked, creatures similar to Yokubo. He gulped and kept his eyes lowered to the ground. They seemed to be walking for a long time.

Suddenly they stopped. Neil looked up to see why. He saw a door almost as large as the entrance and he instinctively knew that this was not Yokubo’s room. He didn’t know how. His suspicions were confirmed when she knocked on the door and a large booming voice could be heard from inside.

“ENTER.”

The door swung open and Yokubo dragged the frightened dreamer into the room. As they entered torches flared up on the walls. What Neil saw terrified him.

The large… thing… took up most of the far wall, which was at least fifty times as tall as Neil. It was cloaked in blue fabric. Not much of its body could be seen except for his hands. The hands were the scariest part. There were six of them, each floating independently of the body and each had a large, piercing eye set in the palm. One of these hands floated down to the two. Yokubo bowed respectfully.

“Ah, Yokubo. What a pleasant surprise. I see you have found the dreamer.” The voice came from above the blue cloak, but it was still loud when it reached Neil’s ears. He flinched.

“Yes, master.” She was smiling. Neil found himself wanting to hit that smiling face, but fear held him back.

“Excellent. I am impressed, Yokubo. You will be rewarded. But please leave me with the dreamer now.” The eye was watching the red Ideya floating around Neil hungrily.

“Of course, master.” She bowed again before slipping out of the room.

All eyes now swivelled onto Neil. He trembled under the pressure of all six gleaming eyes, the red reflection in them from the orb giving them an eerie glow.

“Do you know why you are here, dreamer?”

Neil shook his head. All he knew is that he wanted to wake up very soon. It was just a dream, he kept telling himself that. But somehow he couldn’t quite believe it. It was becoming more real with every second. As a hand picked him up the rough skin against him felt real, as did the gentle pressure of his fingers. He was dropped into the open palm of another hand where he stumbled on fell backwards. Raising himself on his elbows he looked up in terror at the huge eye hovering above him.

“My name is Wizeman, dreamer. Every nightmare you have ever had, I have been responsible for. You will learn to call me master.”

“M-m-m-master…?” the dreamer stammered. A finger was laid gently on his forehead.

“Yes, dreamer. Master.”

Suddenly, Neil felt that finger probe into his mind, snaking through memories and feelings. He stopped at one, almost ashamed.

“Ah… You knew her then.” Wizeman said quietly.

Neil had no idea what he meant. But he had no time to think about it as his mind was probed again, through all the memories, the thoughts, the feelings… Then he stopped at another, and gave a chuckle.

“Ah yes… This one should do.”

The hand Neil was sitting on suddenly glowed. Pain shot through the dreamer’s body and he screamed as he felt his neck and wrists becoming severed. There was no blood, just a terrible slicing pain. His eyes expanded, although they kept their same brown softness, and his eyebrows seemed to sink into his skin, as did his nose. His ears shrank away as his hair turned from rich brown to bright orange/red. His body seemed to become taller and became thinner and more aerodynamic as his plain clothes disappeared and became replaced with a baggy black shirt that laced up at the front and, oddly enough, a green tartan kilt.

He span gently as he lowered to the ground. A wineskin sloshed around his neck from a length of cord, though how it stayed there was a mystery. Two swords, in their scabbards, appeared at his belt, and two knives were strapped to his brown boots, which came halfway up his lower legs. Those large brown eyes turned up to Wizeman, and he smiled at his new master.

“Your name is now MacTwilight. I think that is a fitting name. Now please stay with Yokubo until I have orders for you. You will be summoned shortly.”

“Aye, master Wizeman.” His voice had developed a strange accent. He bowed, and left the dark room, ready to face Nightopia, the dream world.

His new home.