"That is not how a mirage works!" he shouted with unabated rage, veins throbbing in anger. Whoever or whatever the angry man was proved to be ultimately irrelevant for the purposes of the story, for his defeat was swift and unbecoming to a burly muscular hero. As fist swung through air and collided to the golden helmet with a metallic cling the heros mind struggled to come to terms with the fact he could clearly see the lenght of arm vanishing inside what seemed to be solid metal.

"No... I suppose it isnt." said the solem, creepy voice that had no trouble speaking with proverbial hunk of manmuscles stuffed into its face almost all the way through. As always, it continued to exist defying all logic and reason - the heros face soon contorting in slow realisation. It wouldnt be long before tremors came to his muscles and yet another one was sent fleeing away from the dusk of distorted reality screaming incoherently.

"Do you see now, Jack?" that same lonely voice asked, the apparitions head tilted upwards asking its question from the enigmatic and elusive sky. "Do you see me as I am - what I have become? Are you... proud?" questions that would never receive an answer for the sky nor Jack no longer paid any attention to the turmoil and self discovery of the lonely apparition.

OOC; if it doesnt happen inside dreams, while dreaming or all over someone sleeping - I'm not interested in the slightest.