Spike lazily opens his eyes. For once, he's not startled by the sunlight, because it seems comfortable and warm on his face. He's leaning back against a tree feeling the cool breeze and slowly becoming aware of the mountains and the calm water and the fresh smell of the day.

It takes him slightly longer to realize that he's not wearing clothes and his legs are not his legs at all. He startles and stands on up on goat-like hooves. Everything below his waist is covered in thick curled hair and when he tries to push a hand back through the equally curly hair on his head he encounters small pointed horns.

"No. Come on." The dream seems to have seen fit to make him a faun.