He is informed of classic wish power.

Gunnar looked around. He knew it was a dream, but it was vivid all the same. He sensed that what he was lying down in was some African grassland.

He heard the voice, but it seemed distant somehow, both raging and cackling. Then it grew louder, and audible.

YOU WILL BE AVENGED, MY BROTHERS!

"What brothers?"

HOMO ZARBAIBAI! YOUR SPECIES WOULD STILL BE LANGUISHING AND SUBSISTING HERE IN CENTRAL AFRICA IF MY HOMO ZARBAIBAI BROTHERS HAD NOT STRUCK SUCH INFINITE TERROR INTO YOU! YOU WERE AFRICANS FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS -- AND THEN FIFTY THOUSAND YEARS AGO, YOU FLED ALONG THE COASTLINES, EVERYWHERE, EVEN TO THE FAR ISLANDS AND THE AMERICAS, AND YOU KNOW WHY?

"No," groaned Gunnar, "but I suspect you'll tell me."

SEXUAL JEALOUSY. WE WERE TAKING ALL YOUR WOMEN! SO MOST OF YOU RAN OFF LIKE COWARDS, **** TO KEEP YOUR WOMEN TO YOURSELVES -- AND THE REST OF YOU, YOU BUTCHERED US, EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF US. ALL BECAUSE YOUR WOMEN WANTED US!

Gunnar gasped. He saw rotting slaughtered male corpses all around him.

I AM MORE THAN JUST MYSELF. NOW THAT I AM AWAKE, I SUMMON ALL THE ENDURING SPIRITS OF HOMO ZARBAIBAI. I GATHER THEM WITHIN MY OWN MAGNIFICENCE AND MAKE THEM MORE POWERFUL, AS A LASER IS MORE POWERFUL THAN A CANDLE. I SHALL EXERT EXTRAORDINARY COSMIC POWER SUCH AS YOU NEVER DREAMED POSSIBLE, THE CLASSIC POWER OF A FAIRY TALE OR A DJINN FROM AN ARABIAN NIGHT -- POWER TO CHANGE HISTORY, TO CHANGE EVERYTHING, ALL IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!

Gunnar tried to ignore it all. As a man, he had enough problems with his sexuality without imagining to be some sort of avenging devil. The bad dream eventually faded away, though not soon enough.