Corban arrived at his home to eat his dinner, "Ah, Corban you're home earlier than I thought you'd be. Well dinners almost done, so go wait at the table." Cassandra says sweetly.
*Seven minutes later*
"Foods done." Cassandra proclaims loudly while setting the table.
"Thanks." Corban says happily, while preparing to eat, fork in hand, he digs into the food. But as soon as his saliva touches his food, a bright glow blinds everyone at the table, and his chicken soup turns into a living chicken.
"Oh merciful Hades what in the underworld was that?" Cassandra shouts.
Corban jumped out of his seat in horror before mumbling, "I can't eat".
"We're going straight back to the specialists tomorrow! Now go get some sleep, if you get hungry ignore it until we find a way for you to eat." Cassandra complains, "I didn't expect this to happen."
*Sometime later that night*
A dreamy milk like atmosphere enveloped Corban, his eyes fluttered open, he looks around in confusion and hears a voice from all directions.
"Hello I'm The Dreamer and welcome to dreamscape." The Dreamer's voice echoes in the air.
"Are you a god?" Corban asks in confusion.
"No, not a god. I'm a mortal, my blessing is just a bit unique." The Dreamer states plainly, "it has plenty of applications, but the main one is being able to traverse dreams."
"So why have you chosen to talk to me?" Corban questions then sighs in exasperation. "I'm only slightly different, wait, was slightly different. Now I'm quite, unique, *sigh*."
"Ah, yes, I saw that uhmm... affair, at the dinner table." The Dreamer says awkwardly, "it was quite something.
"Now why do you speak to me?" Corban states bluntly.
"Well you see, I get lonely in the waking world so I watch peoples' dreams, and I see weird things. But overall I find it relatively amusing and a great way to spend my time." The Dreamer says in a happy tone, the dreamscape turning slightly brighter.
"How is it weird?" Asks Corban his past attitude slipping away.
"Ah yes, that is a good question," he starts, "Well one dream was about dancing pudding, didn't find out the recipe, it got weird quickly after the dreamer noticed me. Strange thing that, usually people don't notice me until I actively seek them out." He trails off near the end.
"Yeah that dream sounds very weird." Corban says nodding his head in agreement. "Why would the person not usually notice you?"
"Well you see for that question to be answered I'd have to go into large amounts of detail about my blessing, which according from the amount of time you've been sleeping for, we probably wouldn't have enough time." The Dreamer goes into a rant, "but let's say, in layman terms, that my dream form basically melds into the dreamscape, thus allowing me to, as an example, heal the mind. Which is partially why I went to you in the first place. Because of a quick search of your mind via dreamscape, you being a chosen one there was some resistance. That you would experience troubles in the future, and that your blessing, does involve healing the spirit or the soul. What I'm saying to say is that I am going to try to help you for pure amusement."
"So basically, considering the fact that you're are basically a dream god, I've been chosen by you for pure... amusement, is that correct?" Corban questions.
"Yes, also your times almost up, therefore I'll see you soon." The Dreamer says cheerfully. The darkness quickly engulfed Corban's vision and that dream ended.