A loud ringing pounded through Nathan's head and he screwed his eyes up shut.  It felt like he had the worse hangover in the world couple with the worst migraine.  Letting light touch his eyes would only inflame it more in his sore mind.  It was until he heard a single word that cut through the noise that it finally began to abate.  And just like that the noise was gone as if it had never existed.  Warily he opened his eyes but he found himself in shadow with no bright lights around.<br/><br/>Finally he could pay attention to his surroundings and noticed he was lying on grassy ground that was certainly not his bed.  And then he noticed the massive trees all around him and the people that were there too.<span style="font-style: italic">What the ... this must be a dream</span>he thought to himself.  The thought was confirmed when he heard someone speaking a different language which sounded European.<span style="font-style: italic">My head is messed up</span>.<br/><br/>Carefully climbing to his feet and slowly forgetting about the awful ringing he turned towards the woman who had spoken and saved him from the pain.  "Hello?" he said back in a deep voice naturally suited for singing, "What is this place?"  Everyone in his normal dreams were very vocal, a facet of himself he knew implanted itself upon them.  He'd used that knowledge extensively to deal with the vibrant worlds he thought up in his sleep and subsequently forgot about whenever he felt like writing a song about them.