I walked into the living room like a zombie, my body almost empty of energy. I staggered my way towards the couch, not even bothering to take off the shoes I had on. My mind was so tired, today was such a busy day, not to mention that annoying customer that kept yapping about and complaining... Eugh, even thinking about it gives me a headache.

But that doesn't matter, because I have finally reached the couch. Oh holy couch, accept my body to allow me to rest. Letting my body go limp and fall forward on the couch, it accepts my body with it's leathery and soft touch, embracing me with it's heavenly softness. Mmm.... I don't want this to ever go away... So... tired.....

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As the man named John slept, in the realm of dreams, he floated into a peculiar dream. In it, the man saw a dream unlike never before. With a tide of lizardmen charged into battle, lead by a Saurus standing 9 feet tall, it's body covered in ceremonial armor embedded with glyphs that hummed with ancient power. Wielding a mighty blade that glimmered with a bronze shine, it roared, jumping into the opposing army.

With it, the lizardmen army followed their leader into battle, their swords, axes, spears, maces, and halberds slashing and smashing into the enemy lines. The man named John watched the battle from the view of the leader, it's colossal blade smashing left and right with brutal efficiency and martial prowess. Such skill seemed to be absorbed rapidly by the man named John, the sight of blood and gore that felt so real and horrifying to him seemed to become more natural.

The man named John was a weird man, he seemed to be able to adapt to the situation quite quickly, he also seemed to absorb the savage and primal mindset of the huge sword wielding Saurus. With time, he seemed to have become the Saurus itself. Roaring with it as he followed the movement of the Saurus, swinging his heavy non-existent blade with great skill. With it, hours upon hours passed and the mighty Saurus and John cut the final enemy from its head to its crotch, right in half.

The Saurus breathed heavily, small and life threatening wounds covered it's scaly body, the ceremonial armor in tatters, the glyphs that covered it's body no longer hummed with power, only empty patterns ingrained with it's armor. it fell to it's knees, supporting it's body with it's sword. It looked around itself, seeing only a sea of blood and corpses, no life was in sight of the Saurus. Only it had survived. John felt the despair and rage it felt, it wanted to roar in rage, but the blood that didn't seemed to stop kept flowing out of it's already cold body.

Slowly it's body felt weaker and weaker, the grip on its sword slipped, making the once mighty Saurus fall to the blood soaked soil. It stood still in the puddle of blood, knowing its life was at an end. Soon, the mighty Saurus breathed it's last, and with it, the man named John had come out of the Saurus' body. Unlike the Saurus, John wished to survive, he wished for the Saurus to survive. Alas, the cycle of life and death is something one cannot meddle with easily.

The man named John started to feel drowsy, his mind shutting down. Eventually, with his eyes closed, he floated back into his body.

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"Aaagh!!" With a scream I awoke, sweat covered my body. I panted heavily, holding my head. Was... Was that a dream? The dream felt so real, how I fought in the crowded space with the smell of blood and dirt, the blood, and gore, it felt like I was actually there fighting.

I shook my head, dispelling the thought, I needed to get to work, the annoying bitch of a boss doesn't allow someone to be late. I pushed myself out of bed, looking at the block that was on the nightstand right next to my bed. My eyes popped out in disbelief, it was currently 4 in the afternoon, I was 9 hours late. I should've been at work at 7. I sighed again, no point going now. Even if I went back tomorrow the boss would fire me no doubt, that was the kind of person she was.

I decided to address the dream I had, perhaps the dream was important in some way? I could remember everything, well mostly the fighting and slashing. To test it I went into the kitchen, picking up a relatively large broom. I took a stance, following the movements I had done yesterday. I imagined the same horde of enemies that surrounded me, instead of blocking or countering I just swung my blade in a wide arc, cutting the bodies of numerous enemies in half.

I kept swinging and swinging, my body drenched in sweat as my breath grew heavier. Soon, all that was left were the corpses of my enemies, draped upon the floor with their organs and blood I stood there breathing heavily. I snapped back into reality, seeing the puddle of sweat that formed right below me. I looked at my clock, 5 hours had passed and it was 9 pm already. My stomach grumbled loudly, I had not eaten breakfast, lunch and now it was dinner.

I wanted to cook something nice today that doesn't seem possible. My muscles felt weak, my hands were shaking and my legs twitched before going completely limp like spaghetti. I tried to grip my hand but they could only get them half-gripped, I wriggled my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge with weak arms. I was barely able to stand myself up before grabbing a plate of left-overs before falling back onto the floor, only to eat the hard cold bowl of meat sauce spaghetti, not the worse I've have in all honesty.

After finishing around 3 kilos of cold spaghetti meat sauce, I drifted into sleep, mumbling about how cold spaghetti isn't that good and how I should go job hunting tomorrow.

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Once again John floated within the realm of dreams, hopping from world to world as he dreamt. Soon, he arrived at a particular place, his soul floating within the dark depths of a subterranean cave. His soul flickered with light, illuminating the cave, but of course that was only visible to him, and me. Within the large cave, a crystal floated upon a small pillar of rock, glowing with a light blue hue.

Next to the floating crystal was a small pond, it's crystal clear water bubbled and frothed, covering the surface of the water with bubbles, concealing whatever was occurring within the depths of the pond. The crystal grew wary, a sentient crystal that controlled the very cave, a dungeon, precisely, a dungeon core. It watched the bubbling waters with caution, it's young and primal mind wondered if it had ever ordered the spawn of a monster.

Such was the mistake of a young dungeon core, a more experienced and old core would have ordered it's closest and strongest monsters to surround it or the abnormality. It continued to watch with caution, and the man named John watched with curiosity, with that a mischievous thought popped up within my mind. The ichor that flowed within my blood sped up rapidly, my 'heart' beating faster. How... How interesting would it be?

With my ethereal hand, I plucked the soul of the man named John, just watching his soul flail in a panic is amusing in itself. But that is not the main attraction, with a smile, I pushed him into the being that was emerging from the pool. To be completely honest I never thought that the project in this world would succeed. Watching my new creation with the power I gave it walk the world would be interesting, but putting this man who had seen that battle, oh boy, it seems like I will not be bored for a while now.

With a light chuckle, I watched on with interest, waiting with the excitement of when he emerges.