Jacob's life was rather mundane. He woke up at an ungodly early hour, worked a mind-numbing job, and went home to do little more than pass out. Perhaps it was no surprise then that his subconscious, craving some sort of stimulation placed him in a rather interesting world when he slept. Honestly, it was more realistic than any dream he ever remembered, not that he could remember too many, and he gladly sunk into it with a real sense of excitement, it's not every day after all that you get to explore a medieval fantasy world is it?

That excitement changed, however, when he realized one day that he could no longer leave the dream, and he found himself wondering if it had ever been a dream at all...

Author's Note: This is an isekai novel, it will also be a slice of life/ traviling on the road sort of book as Jacob plys his new trade as a bard and attempts to figure out how exactly he got into this mess. Expect all of the staples you have come to know me for, including things of a more erm, shall we say adult nature?