Fallen Temple of the Fire Lizard Parts 1 and 2

Dream 1
The Rat Guru

I spoke with the Guru of the rat people over coffee and a slice of pineapple upside down cake. He is quite the exquisite baker. His cottage was quaint and decorated with antique furniture. Each table had a hand knotted lace doiley layed upon it. The house was cozy and smelled of fruit pies and cinnamon. He wore robes the color of a spring sky, azure blue. Upon his head he had a band of silver with the symbol for wisdom at his third eye. In the culture of the rat people the guru was a cherished icon of wisdom. He was revered as an infalible oracle. His visions were regarded as law and undisputed. He himself remained humble, scrying into baked goods instead of some fancy mirror or cauldron.
Our conversation wa light and consisted of phrases like "How about this weather." He introduced himself as Rennie instead of his full and proper title, Sir Renald of Sinchester, Guru of the Rat Nation.
When he spoke my brain seemed to enter a trans-like state. He lulled me into such a comfortable state that I almost curled up on the pluch chair I sat on and went to sleep. His cadence and tone was hypnotic. I found myself nodding off more than once. His gentle nature prevented him from being offended by my drowsiness. He bean to speak louder and at a higher tone. This helped me come back to alertness and pay attention to what he was saying. He was talking about snow and ice at first. But then he began to speak of other things. And he had an ethereal twinkle in his eye as he winked at me. Did he just signal that he was now in oracle mode?
"...and the orb spins at an accelerated pace. Rissa! Are you seeing the green orb? It has a pattern of various dots and dashes around it. Each representing a point in the universe. As it spins it will show you how to get to each point. And when it spins faster you can actually see those points in the universe." He spoke about traveling across the universe and seeing other places as if it were second nature to him. As I believe it was. The he really bagan to peak my interest.
"...you can not only use this orb to see different times. When you have trained for a long time, you can be in those places and times. Not just observe them.
As I stared at him in disbelief and awe he said to me, "Close your mouth girl. It is like anything else, practice makes perfect. All is possible with the right attitude."
He stood up and offered me his hand. "It is time for you to be going. The others don't like strangers among us. I welcome your company, but I am expecting guests from the council. They are a bit zealous in their quest for a pure Rat Nation. Thank you for visiting."
I stood up and gathered my worn leather coat. As I put it on he walked up behind me and whispered, "Please visit again. Use this." He placed a small green marble in my pocket and winked. I made my way to the door and when it opened I saw my bedroom. I walked to my bed and lay down. I fell fast asleep, contented. I traveled to a moss covered planet in my dreams.

Dream 2
The Other Races

The Rat Guru came to me again last night. This time we sat in his garden to talk. The wild flowers were in bloom and a myriad of butterflies hovered above them as if they were suspended on strings connected to the clouds. We sat and admired the vivid colors of each delicate wing for quite some time. The he turned to me with that spark of otherworldly knowlege in his eyes. He winked, cueing me that he had indeed entered oracle mode.
"The others want to meet you, my dear." He spoke softly, his words almost a wisp of smoke eminating from his lips.
"What others?" I asked
"The other races. They have heard you were in need of guidance and I have given my word that you can be trusted."
"Other races? I did not know other races existed." I still looked confused.
"There is much you do not know. In time you will come to understand the importance of your role here." He said still sparkeling with mysticism.
Then the corner of the garden near the rows of briliant yellow roses began to shimmer. It looked as if heat was rising from the ground in much the same way it does on the blacktop in August. And from that shimmery spot came a parade of creatures I have never imagined. First a half man and half horse, followed by a unicorn, a tall and thin elvin like man, and a large green scaled dragon. The dragon was long and serpent like, more of an Asian dragon than the the European dragons I am used to seeing in movies. They all approached me and gave me a hug and a kiss on my right cheek. We sat in a circle at the center of the garden on a circular patio made of red stone.
The dragon was the first to speak, "Welcom to this world of in between." His green scales glowed irridescent in the sunlight. I immediately felt warm as he spoke. As if he had dipped me in molten honey. His power was washing over me. All I could do was wonder if humans were never meant to speak to these mythical creatures. Maybe their magic was too much for us. He sensed my worry and soothed me by placing his front claw on my forehead. The moment his toe touched my third eye an awakening happened. I could suddenly "see" more of the small creatures in the garden. Little gnomes and fae folk danced in and out of the colorful foliage.
The dragon spoke again, "you, little one, are a rarity among your race. The spheres are not content to gift themselves to just anyone. This curse you belive to have upon you is no such thing. It is a gift. The purity of your soul is what draws you to us and what draws us to you."
The tall elvin man leaned forward and addressed me as "little red feather." His skin was so luminescent that it looked as if he were made of water. His voice as high melodic tune. He told me that he watches me dance. And that I dance like his people. His people are not elves but a race very similar called Folvrange. He was encouraging me to dance more often in order to find the lost pieces of my spirit floating in the cosmos.
The the menataur spoke. As soon as he did I was engulfed in the heady scent of his pure maleness. He was not shy about telling me to be more open to finding a sexual partner. But he also said that he admires my ability to see and speak truth. His worry for me was that I hide my true self from the wrong people and show my true self to those that would take advantage. I guess I am not as gifted at seeing truth as he alluded to. His intense sexual energy surrounded me once again. And in an instant I became quite aware that I was squirming in my seat and sweating. My reaction to the pheramones that this man-beast was throwing my way was the most intense turn on of my entire life thus far. It was raw and primal. I had to get up and walk away.
The unicorn followed me. She did not speak, just stayed with me as I walked toward the yellow roses. A few times she nuzzled my cheek with her nose. The physical reaction to the menataur began to wane. I could breathe at a normal rate again and my pulse returned to normal. The unicorn sat in the grass next to me and just looked at me. It took a few moments, but I finally realized that she was communicating with me telepathically. It wasn't in words, but emotions and colors. I could feelt the unicorn sharing her innermost emotions. It was profound to say the least. I have never felt so at peace and content in all of my life. The emotions she shared were foreign to me. Humans are not programmed to feel such intense love and compassion to all things. It was like having a switch turned on inside my heart to be completely empathetic to all things that exist.