The land of Dreams is a wild place, its rules are less ‘rules’ and more ‘suggestions’.

  The plane is composed of thought in its purest form. Any creature that can think in some form will have contributed to this realm, any thought in any form will have carried a small piece of its power to this land.

  Past, present and future, possible or impossible. All is only a matter of imagination, perception, suggestion and persuasion.

  Many ‘masters’ argue that this is the ‘Divine Plane’, where thoughts and prayers can and will strengthen you. And sure, the amount of mana each thought to carry is such a small quantity as to be almost immeasurable, but a single grain of sand a beach does not make, and in a sea of endless possibilities, familiarity becomes a safe island and haven of power for those that control it.

  And what is more familiar than Belief ? What idea it's easier to control than faith ?

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  “I’m a lizard now …”

  Flashes of a desert lizard running in the scalding sands … A fox, a hog and a vulture were running with a shopping cart, trying to catch it … they never succeeded.

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  “He … Oscar, what a silly name”

  He was in a duel now, a snake the size of building’s was standing in front of him, the snake’s rattle, a gatling gun prepared to shoot, the sun glaring in his eyes.

  “That was a good story … but i do have wings … probably something like a dragon”

  Many different stories, many different world’s, a mind so full of information that most of it is discarded, every day a constant deluge, a mind used to sift through enough information to drive other’s to madness.

  A grain of sand a beach does not make, but the young dragon had many grains.

  A red plumber with a country accent saving a princess from a fire breathing lizard, a black dragon that was supposed to be crippled, but ingenuity and a friend made him fly again, a fat man sitting in a sofa drinking a beer, the normal man that lasted many decades, a land covered in water and dotted with islands where a kid, who ate a fruit he should not, dreamed of being king … nights awake with a book opened, some where to study, some to be a storyteller, making others dream of fantastic stories, using paper and dice to put rules to the play, none of it ever goes as planned.

  Fact and fiction, reality and fantasy, knowledge and imagination, a mind filled with so much that it needed to discard most of it, thoughts running in a constant fervor that is a miracle to be able to focus.

  Boredom pushed in mental exploration. How does everything work ? How is it made ? A love of learning.

  Restlessness driven back by experimenting with a kind grandpa. This is how you sodder ? … Are you fixing this fan ? The carburetor drowned the motor, take a spark plug out and let it drain. The Knack.

  A small ring with an opponent inside, gloves touching. A discovered passion for violence.

  Memories of Memories, oddly comforting, strangely familiar, but distinctively not his.

  “Who am I ? … I need a name … I should probably think of it … something normal and safe … Bob … no that’s not it, Steeve ? … I'm not feeling it … Chris ? … I feel oddly hated … Jake ? … Jake the Dragon ? … I feel like I'm copping something … I should pick something I can actually sound … something with R … Rei … yeah, that’s sounds easy enough”

  A new island in the sea, small, fragile and with a single entity on it, but an island all the same, Rei’s Island.

  *Rei the young dragon woke up*