Portals and Polymorphism

        In my dreams last night I kept changing out my physical form. Sometimes I was myself, sometimes I was a large Centaur (nifty having 6 limbs) and sometimes I was a small housecat. The plot of the dream itself seemed to involve running around a large warehouse district looking for portals that led to different locations and fighting whatever was guarding them, then forcing them closed.

        I know that one of the portals led to a world full of buxom elf women (well, there were men too, but I hardly noticed) I really tried to convince the rest of the group that we should leave that one open, as they weren’t hurting anyone. The rest of the group didn’t buy my arguments so they closed the portal (which was unguarded). I found myself obsessing over the elf portal and wondering if I could figure out how to get the portal open again.

        The logic of the dream demanded that I would need something of that world to be able to tune a portal to it; otherwise I’d just be opening portals at random. I think that we sometimes were actually in a portal when shutting down a second portal, that is what was prompting the changes in form.

Ad astra per technica,

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