Oscar dreamed he was a different person. This person was strong, imposing, and had working legs. Unfortunately, for the excited young man, this did not appear to be a lucid dream. No, it was closer to reliving a memory; one that wasn't his own.
"(Bartender, another solar flare juice!)"
He spoke with a rude tone, and in a language utterly foreign to Oscar's ears. Despite this, however, he could understand both halves of their conversation.
The entity behind the counter, which appeared to be constructed solely of arms, clapped out an angry retort.
"(Oh no! I'm cutting you off! You still ain't paid for the landing pad!)"
Oscar staggered to his feet, and went to the window. Outside, the surface of a speeding asteroid could be seen. Mounted across it were a series of concrete pads, stacked close enough to resemble a large parking lot.
His gaze focused on one pad in the corner, closest to the entrance. There, two large foot prints could be seen embedded in it.
"(How was I supposed to know those were spacecraft only parking!?!)"
"(Because it's always that! This ain't one of your fancy sects, you know! Now cough up that dough!)"
"(Ha! I'd have burnt it to the ground, if it was!)"
"(THAT'S IT! You're banned! Get out!)"
"(Fine! Go back to being empty!)"
Oscar then walked to the front exit, and punched it off the hinges.
"(Oops!)"
The bartender was safe from the rapid depressurization this caused. Oscar, surprisingly, was also unhurt; this despite not being behind 3 inch thick vacuum glass.
"(Don't make me call a bounty hunter!)"
"(Whatever, like they can stop me!)"
He jumped out into the the emptiness of space, and began flying away. The feeling was exhilarating, especially with the huge jets of glittering flame erupting from Oscar's feet.
He flew at speeds so fat, the distant stars actually appeared to get closer. But, judging from his swerving in every direction, Oscar was just be blowing off steam.
Still, despite the grumbles his mouth made, the sights amazed him. Planets with bites taken out of them, massive clouds of luminescent bacteria, and asteroid belts arranged to form giant blocks of text. Despite the coldness and silence, this section of the universe was clearly alive!
Oscars eyes turned to what looked like a comet, far in the distance. He flew in that direction immediately, shouting the whole while.
"(Well, well, well... Who do we have here?)"
Up close, the comet revealed itself to be a person flying through space. When this individual saw Oscar, he immediately panicked.
"(Ah! Zarog!?! Please, don't hurt me!)"
"(Ha! I want your money, not your life. Now fork over the goods!)"
the person, shaking like a leaf, handed him a ring. Oscar flippantly tapped the ring's underside, causing all its stored content to spill out.
"(What is this trash? On second thought, I think I will take your life...)"
"(Wait, please don't! I only just reached Light bender!)"
"(Complain to your master, not me pal.)"
Oscar lifted his hand, and it vibrated ominously.
"(Wait! I know the whereabouts of a blue moon!)"
The hand, inches from the person's forehead, stopped.
"(Go on...)"
Oscar had no idea what was so special about this moon, but his rumbling stomach gave him ideas as to why he was interested. The young cultivator spilled his guts to save his neck, and Oscar was soon on his way.
The journey was long, even when flying straight. Oscar's body complained the entire way, making all sorts of grandiose threats about what he'd do to the young cultivator if this turned out to be a ruse. The constant talk grated on Oscar's ears, and he couldn't help but wonder,
"Why didn't I take him with me, If I was so worried? Am I dumber in this dream?"
Finally, the moon came into view. It orbited a planet far from the sun, and had the appearance of a shiny marble.
His stomach roared like thunder, and Oscar exclaimed,
"(HA HA! Such a scrumptious meal, don't mind if I do!)"
He sped towards the moon, his fist forward. But, instead of shattering the moon into bite sized pieces, his strike instead emitted a massive CLANG!
The moon's rotation suddenly increased, and a massive crack opened up on it's side. When it did, all Oscar could see was row upon row of mountain sized teeth. The blue moon was actually a moon-sized beast!
"(That bastard duped me! Wait till I kill this thing, and find you!)"
The two figures engaged in an epic battle. The nearby planet, which was being slowly devoured by the beast, exploded from the shock-wave of their exchange. Light years away, civilizations could feel their struggle.
The young lad, having no experience in martial arts, could barely comprehend his actions through this part of the dream. But he could feel the hunger, the blood lust, and the pain that this "Zarog" person felt.
While it wouldn't be accurate to say days passed while fighting, several planets completed their orbits during the time it took Oscar to beat this monster. He almost died doing it, but he beat that thing!
And, for a trophy, he had this massive core; currently held aloft in the one arm which was still attached. It glistened like a fresh picked orange, and smelled just as sweet.
"(Huff... Huff... You thought you could stop me, huh? You thought you could bully me!?! Nobody bullies me!)"
Oscar then took a bite of the core, and exploded into thousands of pieces.
...
"AH! Huh? I'm in my bedroom! Does that mean it really was a dream? But it felt so real..."
"Oh it was real, alright," a husky voice whispered in his ear.
Oscar turned his head to discover a green, semi-transparent alien spooning with him.
"Help! I've gone mad!!!"