Dreams.

Aspirations.

Hopes.

What are yours? Can you make them reality? Can you shape reality to your will, can you take hold of them, and make them real? Or...will they take hold of you? Will they take hold of you, shape you...and make you something else?

And will you become something lesser? Or...more? Will you serve yourself, then, or others?

One man seeks to find out, in a land where such dreams dwell. Past traumas and impending ones be damned.

This is a Displaced story. Fair warning. Crossovers will be allowed now.

Loose ties to the MLP Comics. Some portions from them will be present, others will not.

This is a RGRE (Reversed Gender Roles) story. Fair warning.

This story is NOT tied to Pyro Mance's "When The Bass Drops" Not anymore.

This is NOT a typical hero Displaced. Not even a hero in the strictest sense. Just a guy trying to make a difference where he can, and messing up sometimes. This is quite purely a slice of life fic. Adventure is present, but not at all the main focus.

Sex will be shown in some chapters, and those chapters will be labeled, both in the title and when the sex starts, so that you can skip the sex.

Gore will be present, but not in any great amounts, at least not until much later in the story.

Now, I hope you all enjoy this story of mine. It's been on my shelf for absolute yoinks, so it's high time I get it out there.