I was sixteen when I went on my vision quest. Most go when they are fourteen or fifteen. Some were wondering if I’d ever have my familiar dream. When it came it came with a vengeance. It was not a dream, but a nightmare. A nightmare the likes of which nobody had ever seen

What made the nightmare so unique is that I died over and over. Dying just to wake again, over and over again. Most who dream of their death rise again as their familiar. My familiar just sat and watched as I died, then came back to life over and over again. Eventually I woke up and prayed to the creator to tell me what it all meant.

That’s when my familiar started talking to me. It told me things that human ears are not meant to hear. It showed me things no one was meant to ever see. I have to do this thing, it said to me, but it was not possible. Then the goddess came to me, took me by my hand and led me to a cave. She showed me things I did not understand. When I asked her about what she said, “Don’t worry about such things now.”

She needed to make love with me, though I don’t know why. It was the most ecstatic love making I’d ever had, and remains so to this day. I live to make love with that goddess one more time. Even in my dreams she comes to me, naked to the night, laying down before me, spreading her wings, begging me come enter her again.

I guess at this point you would know what happened to me.