Demeter swimmed through the fluffy realm while thinking how annoying his instincts can be, 'nothing suspicious my *ss, you can touch the creepy looking book, it's a whole new world just a touch appart, d*mmit', he thought while stopping to scan the dreamy place with his senses.
After he took his last breath and become uncounscious for a second he appeared in the Dream Realm, in flesh, not like he usually entered as a proection after going to sleep every night.
Without an anchor, the anchor that should've taken him out to the real world in an emergency, he is now bound to explore a Dream Realm that's not his own, a scary opportunity for sure. If the Nightmare Beasts will sense him in this situation with an body like now he will become the double dead meat that is he now.
The first few hours were extremely fun after Demeter got the hang out of using his own realm for concealment, adverse to that his first moments were teryffying:
He first appeared above a mountain range similar to the Carpaths from afar.
Appearing in the air he certainly was terrified by his current situation, while blinking rapidly a few times he accelerated his thoughts to the maximum possible for him, which was strangely faster than what he remembered, his falling immediately almost stopped from his point of wiew.
Just after blinking one more time the realm sensed a foreign presence in him that disturbed the fragile balance and it instantly, which is in a snail's pace slow-mo from Demeter's point of wiew, all the mountainous range just straight up exploded in all shades and tones of pink clouds that appeared just bellow him saving his unlife.
Swimming while floating on his back mainly using his legs is what he did all this time after the explosion and the presence concealment.
He's doing that for the past sixty hours already without a change in scenary, really stale and almost bored him to death, well, more dead-lier than now.
'What a truck of undead bullsh*t' he thought while observing how he doesn't needs to breathe at all and how quiet his body is when inspecting it, no annoying heartbeat and sound from different organs at all, 'at least I've got something nice out of it, it's quite nice not gonna lie' he thought while looking at the book that was his company from his appeareance in the Dream Realm.
Even reading through the book he got after dying didn't explain much, reading about how he's a [Strigoi] now - some sort of undead, a ritually implemented failsafe and defensive reaction in blood installed by his ancestors that apparently loved experimenting and didn't liked dying very much, 'fair enough, their paranoia saved my life, I can respect that', he thought a bit amused with his situation.
It's a good thing that he could revive himself with enough time and dedication and with how much active efir flows in this plane it won't take too long just some acummulation.
The Grimoire specified what he needs to do, he just needs to absorb some ether from the surroundings and deposit it in his [Strigoi] ability's core - the [Dark Druid Heart] that got activated when he died, which now refined itself with the suspiciously real looking crystal heart from the altar that he touched earlier.
He can feel how it slowly transformed itself, enveloping his now [Dark Druid Heart] and creating a superimposed metaphysical organ on his Astral Soul layer while connecting to his real heart.
The process is a bit uncomfortable but he isn't capable to scratch that particular itch at the moment, his prana is stagnated and contained in his dark heart now so he can't manipulate it in conjunction to the spiritual energy to realive his itchiness, 'better than the annoying permament sound that was constantly emanated from my living body' he thought trying to find something positive in his unlife.
Getting an inheritance was certainly not what he expected would be the reason he would kick the bucket so early, it's a good thing that he was prepared for something similar with the type of life he had going and got his last will ready.
He just hopes that his friends would go over his death and continue their lifes, at least there wasn't any family left alive on the other side to grieve.
'What a funny cause of death, hah' he chuckled ill-humoredly at his own actions while floating in a sea of clouds.
'Rashly touching things on that altar was a mist-take, I don't have the foggiest idea what's going on and it's clouding my mind, hah' he thought while making puns at the expense of the pink sea of clouds and the hazy looking white sky that overflowed like a mist in the sea in the distance.
A neverending sea of clouds, he's grateful that he can't be sensed by the beings below, the titanic presence of those Nightmares certainly accumulated for hundred of years.
He can feel their bloodthirsty nature, his senses touched upon their massive etherial forms, he's constantly on edge even after exerting control upon the dream around to conceal himself, a thing he almost instinctively did all the time after appearing in the new realm.
'Getting my own dream more real was worth it, what a lucky streak, being a Medium paid off at least' he thought pleased with himself.
'I'm horny, dead and now I'm getting crazy, and I think this situation is better than being suppressed constantly and feeling foreign and not in my place'.
Demeter remembered all the bad luck beffalen upon him because of his origins, with how the World Will purged all the gods in the distant past he wasn't surprised with how his life turned out, he wasn't an exception, even if he didn't had a direct relation to Morrigan he got her last blessing and that was enough to make him extremely paranoidal.
'In this realm I feel more freedom and liberation than the past one would've allowed me for a lifetime' he grumpily pondered upon his own situation and the new possibilities.
At least he found out that his own dream realm actualized, become more real and substantial when he appeared in the cloudy realm, apparently his lucid dream training paid off quite nicely, adding to it his practice in Yin Qi and his existence as a Medium and he can feel it now anchored to his soul constantly and not an illusory realm that appears only in his sleep.
After being thrown out out of That being's dream because of a lot of consecutive rash an stupid decisions that were backed up by his instincts, a thing that he specialise in actually, he appeared inside what he's calling a [Dream Cluster] and if more specific in an unknown [Dream Realm] connected to this cluster.
At his last seconds he even catched World Will's attention, that's probably the cause why he even got transported in this new realm, the Will should've expulsed him out because he awakened his blood, the Age of Magic like the Age of Gods passed away changing the cycle and the Will always acted depending on the cycle, this is his go to theory about how he didn't become a pancake in his old universe.
While swimming around the tried to find a way out before he died of boredom or some spontaneous environmental change appearing out of the blue, or at the claws of some Nightmare Beast, better the later in his own opinion, this way he at least will get some action, even if for a short time.
He got this information from the so called Grimoire, the leather bound book from the altar, that the [Dream-Walking] was a rare talent, a talent that he had all his life and that he cultivated singlehandedly.
At the time it was recorded inside the book his ancestors got lucky kidnapping and interrogating an advanced user, a [A Dream Walker], that was tresspasing into their Ancestral Forest, walking into a dark druid's domain, the Forest, was certainly the smartest move the [Dream Walker] did in his lifetime and the last one, that was certainly a nice gift for his ancestors.
The essence of the [Dream Walker] was infused in evey spiritual artefact that they owned until his very existence ceased to exist, even with him being healed constantly, only his eternal core, the only part of a soul that's invincible and no one can interact with, departed from the altar chamber to the cycle of reincarnation. He was detained for years on the altar in the sacrificial chamber, constantly being awake and aware of all the torture imposed upon him.
'What an idiot' he thought while shaking his head, 'he deserved what he got in the end, Ha' he concluded with schadenfreude.
Probably the guy wanted to take a nap in his ancestors territory to siphon their memories through their dreams, that's usually how the process goes:
The walker has to decide first where he will subdue and extract the Dream&Nightmare Beasts.
He personally attracted them in his own Dream because in his own realm he appeared only as a proection, going to an other being's Dream wasn't possible with his past's world restrictions so he practiced fishing out mainly Dream Beasts - Vis, beings that carry neutral and positive dreams and are seme-sentient.
With his experience in coercing the spirits of the dead as his main job as a Medium he managed, dealing with Vis beasts was like dealing with spirits - if he didn't showed agression they won't attack him first and will let him slowly assimilate them after exchanging their thoughts spiritually, which isn't easy in the case of spirits but better in case of Vis.
Nightmare Beasts - Coșmar(Coshmar) beasts that carry only negative dreams and are feral, to deal with them the walker can only through violence, he mainly filtered those because he wasn't capable of obtaining benefits from them, he only battled them for experience.