A vision, a dream, a life anew

In sleep lies true Adventure.

I stride across golden sands beneath an unrelenting sky. The mountains lie ahead. I am an Arabian Prince and I seek Prometheus to end his pain and retrieve his knowledge.

But a whirlwind approaches. A sand devil. A djinn from beyond the horizon?
No, this wind is odder than even that. At arms length it stops...waits...watches? What mysteries does it hold?

It is Louis Pasteur. His mechanical wig fitter has malfunctioned, whirring its way across the seas and sands with the Pasteurizer in tow. In return for my help in guiding him back home, he will offer his assistance in finding Prometheus.

And then I woke up. Only covers above me and a mattres below.