Weird Dreams Are Just Weird... Or are They?

As Dax went to bed, Helen placed a pot of Stew out for Drakie. "Here you are, you invisible dragon. Enjoy." She said.

Drakie, who had been waiting patiently, dug right in. He absolutely loved the delicate flavors of the stew. It quickly became his new favorite food, although he still loved pancakes too and looked forward to his pancakes in the morning.

As Dax slept, he felt his body get cold, ice cold. He opened his eyes from the discomfort. What he saw shocked him. He was floating in the void of space. He could see stars and nebulae in the distance as he just helplessly floated. Unlike his other visions, he did not feel himself to be someone else. He was himself.

He attempted to move but none of his limbs responded.

"Little soul lost in the mana." A whispered voice called out to him. He had no idea from where, as the only thing he could see was space. "You are the one who will herald the return of what was lost."