You know when you get that itch in your sleep. You know the one where you have just witnessed a great story.  Had a great journey, it was all going like a dream. You had your first heartbreak, witnessed your friend got his redemption. Was on your way to reaching that final step of beating that Dark Lord that has realistic motivations and motives for his deeds. Shit was getting to the point for which you live for.

 It was about the hit the fan where everything goes awry, where the real meat of the story lies. 

And then you wake up. 

Cursing yourself. As now you have returned to the real world and only figments of the old one linger in your head. 

What was that worlds name? What powers did you have there? What was your girl's name? You don't remember do you. It's all gone. Faded like the morning mist.  Well, I do.  And I can tell you if you want to go back that is...