A moment later...it happened.

He blinked trying to get his focus for a few seconds when he felt a vast splitting headache. He heard a laughter in the back of his mind...then and only then reality faded away in a nausiating flash.

He clutched at his forehead in supreme agony.

At that point reality faded away...or what he thought was reality.

(Nosdyn's thoughts in Italic)

By the Gods...what is this malady.

I cannot tell dreams from reality.

I am out of balance...

A moment later he awoke in his own bed. With his own wife next to him. Ealladra. The Elf. His face was contorted in pain. I can't sleep. He suddenly sat up with a growl. He hated feeling so powerless. He sat up he was naked that night. He looked at his wife for a long moment, she clearly had a startled expression on her face.

"My love...?" She asked.

He shook his head for a moment or two getting his orientation back. His hand was shaking and he was coated in cold sweat. He was breathing heavily. "I am having bad dreams again." He whispered struggling with the words.

Ealladra sat up and placed her hand on his face gently. "My love whatever this is we will deal with it together."

"I fear something dark is coming." He said. He was shaking, clearly afraid of something.

She nodded. "I will face it with you."

He nodded holding his wife gently...