I had knowledge of a portal I must enter but the device used to open it was in the hands of an evil wizard. I approached the wizard's lair to reclaim the device but was captured by his servant the ogre. This ogre was very, very... well, dumb. He dragged me before the wizard and, when asked why he had brought an elf before him, the only thing the ogre could do was scratch his head... he'd forgotten to ask why I was there.

Suddenly, a few people arrived to visit with the wizard and, for some reason, I wasn't to be seen by them. The ogre threw me into a back room... which just happened to be where the portal device was being kept.

The dream jumped and I can only guess that I was trying to escape because the wizard returned with his ogre and shot me... dead. The wizard watched to make sure I was dead and then they both left.

A little while later, the ogre returned and began to straighten and clean up the room. As he tidied up [fluffing sofa pillows, picking up trash, and other such domestic activities] I was shown that the magic from the portal device had protected me... I took a breath and opened my eyes. Slowly, I got to my hands and knees and crawled toward the device... morphing into a werewolf as I did so. As I touched the device, the ogre turned around and saw me. The morph was complete and I stared back at him. He gasped and ran out of the room as quickly as he could while I used the device to opened the portal and step through.

Something happened here that I can't remember anymore....

I found myself in a mansion, which was built on a grassy hill and overlooked a thick forest down in the valley. The owner was an older man [looking much like Christopher Walken] in his late 40's and one of the most prominent "learned minds" of the New Age. I was to understand that this was the future... the feel was very much of a late renaissance or high gothic era... or some combination of both.

He called me a creature of the Old Age and it became apparent that he had been studying me... attempting to rediscover the local land's history, lost throughout the ages, but he couldn't understand my language.

One evening I approached his bulletin board [full of diagrams, theories, and notes] and studied one of his equations. I mentioned that something was in the wrong place.

He approached me from behind... suddenly able to understand my words. "What?"

I pointed out to him. "This should be here."

He studied the changes and a happy glint entered in his eyes. I had just solved one of the theoretical equations he had been working on for months. I stepped back as he mumbled and rearranged his notes pinned to the board... taking off on more and more branching theories.

Blackout.

I was being chased across the open grass of the hill... to my left, a werepanther ran next to me. We raced as fast as we could and I understood.... This was the reason I needed to go through the portal. Another creature from the Old Age had been captured and stranded in the future.

End.