A few years back a lucid dream through me into a medieval city. It was like being placed in a massive living museum. The dream was more real then any I had before. I walked around touching walls and staring curiously at things. I interacted with the elements of my imagination as if they were solid stone, wood and plaster. People looked at me a little oddly as I stroked buildings but it didn’t bother me. I imagined anyone would raise an eyebrow to a man petting houses while making sounds of awe. I paid them little attention but anytime I did focus on them I was bewildered with their interactions with one another.

The power of the human mind never ceases to impress me. At the beginning of the dream I was logical enough to realized I was dreaming, but as things carried on I started to fall deeper into the experience and enjoy my time in Athangar. I touched everything and absorbing as much details as I could with joyful eyes. I was in a playground! Wahoo!

After a long time of groping beautiful buildings and getting tons of odd looks I met a traveler that led a small group of caravans full of trade goods. The merchants were of a higher class then all the peasants giving me those funny looks. I was done with touching medieval houses. I wanted to touch some more serious things… Like the castle on the hill overlooking the town. That’s what I wanted to stroke next and luckily for me the merchants not only were going to be feasting in the keep that evening, but they liked my oddness and invited me to feast with them.

That evening I eat medieval food with my hand and a knife. I drank wine and ale from a mug. I chatted about the world I came from (AKA the present day) in a simplified manner. The folk were entertained by my futuristic fabrications and more and more people from the feast started to pay attention to me. I started to feel a little hot and uncomfortable. By this time most people had finished their meals and quite a few of drinks. I decided to go outside to get some fresh air.

While outside I saw a staircase leading onto the wall; I didn’t hesitate. From a top the wall was the most stunning view of a medieval city nestled into a long narrow Valley.