Had a dream last night. Here it is:
People can drop into another dimension. It can happen to a handful a day or a handful a year. One man set himself up as king and he rules his little corner of the world with an iron hand; you either join his delusion or, well, lets just say bad things may happen to you.
My character comes across, and though he doesn't find anything wrong with the medieval society, he thinks the tyrant was simply too much.
Well, that was the dream. We'll see what my muse will want to do with it. The alarm went off before I learned anything else.