In this dream I was Cali, but not really. Like I was him in the sense of I was dealing with Allura and taking on requests from her but I was also myself but I was also??? Honestly I don't know who I was in this dream, it kept flip flopping. All I know is the dream started off with me moving back to my mom's house.

I don't know why I was moving back but I was in my room in the basement unpacking everything. As I was I kept feeling this intense wave of dread. The same feeling of dread I'd feel before I got anxiety meds when the paranoia would kick in. Just intense and overwhelming. I felt like I was going to be killed by my mom's boyfriend, so I ran upstairs and told her this.

In doing so we ended up calling 911 and the both of us got sent to this hotel room to stay until either he moved out or we found a new place to live. I guess I was right in thinking I'd be killed by this dude. Anyway, the hotel is fancy as hell. Like, tall white marble pillars and gold accents and literal servants running around offering to do our bidding. The only downside was that my cat wasn't allowed inside which made me worry about her.

So while I'm in this place I get called in to talk with queen Allura. Apparently this hotel room was inside the castle? Anyway, she's telling me about how people have been getting granted cryptic glimpses into the future and she was recently granted one that involved me and the sword I had just enchanted in our D&D game. The one with the soul inside of it. Basically, in order to put a stop to Bannister we had to go to this one city really goddamn far away and?? Do something???? I actually don't think we were told what to do at this city, just that I needed to go there.

I set off on this journey and I'm riding on a public bus just off into god knows where. We're out in the middle of this desert full of sagebrush and rocks when the bus driver is hit with a vision. He sees that in two hours the bus is going to end up crashing and he's going to die. Me and the sword start talking to him trying to calm him down but we can't. Everyone in the bus is going to die.
We manage to calm him down to the point he stops the bus and at this point me and the sword opt to walk the rest of the way on foot. It's a very long walk and as we aimlessly walk through the desert the two of us get to talking. Not about anything important or life changing though. The conversation we had was the same kind of mundane chatter two old friends would have. Just laughing and talking and having a great time. Real bonding moment.

At a certain point the sword suggests that I make us a faster way to travel because I'm an artificer and walking is taking too long. With scrap metal I found in the literal desert and with the tools I could conjure as an artificer I ended up making this sapient bicycle. Yes, this thing was able to talk too. But it's important to note that when the sword and bike talked to me it was like a psychic thing. Like I had to physically be touching them to have this connection and be able to hear them.

With our new bike friend at our side the three of us continued on to the city. Through the rain and past the desert until we reached a well forested area with MASSIVE pine trees. I'm on a bike. This whole time I have been riding a bike. I am exhausted. As we ride last the trees I express the want to take a break and both the sword and bike tell me that if I stop now I'm going to anger the local druids. Apparently the fact I had these magic talking metal artificer inventions went against nature or something. But I told them I literally couldn't continue because I was too tired from hours of bike riding so we stopped.

I leaned the bike up against a tree and opened the kickstand to keep it propped upright. At this point I feel it's important to mention that I had not been carrying the sword in my hands while riding the bike. It was rigged to be stuck in the frame of the bike for safekeeping. I could still touch it from how it was rigged, but when I propped the bike up both the bike and sword were together.

I was making mundane conversation to the both of my new friends when suddenly a new voice answered me from above. Cue the most terrifying thing someone like myself could possibly see coming out of the tree above me. You know how squirrels climb trees? How their entire body hugs the thing and they just shimmy around it? Imagine a fully grown overly buff Chad looking white dude in nothing but his tighty whities climbing this goddamn tree like a squirrel. I'm talking buff male model pretty boy white dude. The literal god of chads. I was instantly out off by him and his pearly white undies as he shimmied down the tree to look me over.

I did not address this man. Instead I asked the bike and sword if this was one of the local druids they'd been talking about. The man just stared at me wide eyed as I talked to the living bike and sword, and in a flash he had hopped out of the tree, grabbed the both of them, and started booking it down the road away from me. Not wanting to be robbed I gave chase, calling out to my two mechanical friends as I did.
Now, this is where I question if I was actually Cali or not. I start yelling threats out to this druid. Telling him if I had my canon he was dead and blah blah blah. At a certain point I go "If you don't stop now I'm going to summon a dragon to unleash it's wrath upon you" and then I remember that I can polymorph. So I... Turn into a dragon. A yellow dragon. And then I take flight into the air and start chasing this druid down for my talking bike and sword.

We end up in some large city and get into a fight in the middle of city center. I'm a dragon breathing fire at this guy and he's hurling spells at me that all seem to be space themed for some reason. Maybe the astral plane? No idea. All I knew was he hit and hit hard and at some point I noticed I was at five HP so I flew back to the city borders, turned back into my humanoid shape, and ran back into the city to look for this man on foot.

Well, I found him. And he started talking about how if I wanted to fight with dragons he'd give me a fight with dragons. He then used his magic to banish me, my sword, and my bike to the outer planes. The outer planes looked like an area of infinite sand with these black crystal spirea jetting out and a black sky as far as the eye could see. So... The end from Minecraft. Quite literally. There was even a massive black dragon flying around that immediately tried to kill me.

I was ducking and dodging and overall fighting for my life when I realized that this dragon was flying underneath the island making up the end. Not only that, but there was a layer of bedrock like RIGHT THERE meaning we were floating less than 20 feet off the ground. I knew what I had to do. sword knew what I had to do. Sword was hyped as all hell because I was going to get to use him in combat. When the dragon flew under the island again I leaned off of it myself and stabbed my sword into it's tail pinning it to the ground. I then proceeded to literally fillet the dragons tail into sushi. Just the tail, but that seemed to be enough. Banishment as a spell is only temporary so soon enough I popped back in front of this druid with a whole heap of dragon meat in my arms. I briefly menrion talking to this guy about dragon sashimi and the sword yelling at me for being a dumbass before waking up