A strange figure strides through your subconscious...

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...Your dreams are strange and shifting this night, swirls of colors forming faint impressions in your mind. Simple at first; just shapes in mist, colors flashing in and out. Slowly, slowly.

soon though, your visions start to become more lucid. The shapes resolve into figures walking around-humanoid shapes, though any more detail than that comes slowly. You turn around to look at the shapes around you, and you are surprised when you're actually able to turn. You look down at yourself and you see skin; no clothing, just you in all your 30 year old, jock physique.

'Alright, this might be some kind of sex dream' you think to yourself. Sure enough the figures further resolve into feminine archetypes, from girly-girls to tomboys, goth to valley-girl, and everything in between. Your dream-cock quickly erects once you lay eyes on all these tantalizing individuals, and almost as one they all turn their eyes towards you. The less stereotypically feminine turn their noses at you, but the obvious sluts of the group almost have to climb over one another to get to you. You close your eyes, welcoming the imminent orgy, but nothing comes.

You open you eyes a wink, and still see the women before you, though they are frozen in motion. You walk towards them, thinking that you need to use your lucid dream to start the fun, when you hear a strange sound...a voice. Not your own though, it sounds silky and feminine, but also husky. It reminds you of your favorite actress, Zarlett Hohanson.

'So you're the one who picked up the Wand of Subcinctus, are you? I had been hoping for someone with a more...deserving background.' You quickly turn around, trying to find who spoke, but through the frozen figures a mist has sprung up, and you can barely see someone slowly striding parallel to you. You dash through the crowd trying to get a good look at the speaker, but you get turned around, never quite laying eyes on who is talking.

You decide to try a different approach, and speak out. 'Is that what that prop from the shop was? I've gotta say I'm a fan of this dream, but I don't like being teased. Why don't you come out where I can see you, and we can get more acquainted.' The figures silhouette stops for a moment, before you hear a chuckle, and she replies to you, a smile audible in her voice.

'You really don't think much with the head on your shoulders, do you? You have a strangely lucid dream after a day of strange happenings, and the first thing you do is try to seduce (crudely, I might add) the person talking to you in your dreams? I'll tell you what; why don't I just skip all the ominous lore about the ancient magical artifact you dumbly stumbled upon, and cut to the chase. You stand now at a crossroads of magic, capable of altering your fate more powerfully than anything you have experienced in your brief, sad life.

'Over the next few days, you'll come across more and more mystical events, each one capable of shaping you. Each one will strengthen you, but each will also shape you according to how you react. This is not a case where your "innermost desire is revealed". If you falter in your wisdom, your very nature will warp from your true intention. Many of these decisions will be based on your decency as a human being, and failing these most basic of tests will incur many punishments.

'The magic contained within that wand wants to be used, and if you don't release it, it will use you instead. Don't fight this, don't run from it, embrace it as a new facet of your life and you will be rewarded with power you couldn't even begin to dream of before tonight. Do you understand?'

You blink, coming out of a daze, having not really paid attention to what she was saying, since you were standing right in front of this really busty blonde. 'Uh, be a good person, new shit's gonna go down, got it. But uh, about getting to know each other better...?'

There is a stillness to your dream, and you think this might be it until you hear a long drawn out sigh of annoyance. 'Every time I give out free advice on my own time, it's some dude-bro who can't stop thinking about sex for two seconds. Yes that's the gist of it. You'll be waking soon, mortal. Good luck.' And with that you feel yourself being pulled upward, the figures receding into the bright light of day streaming through your curtains.__