MatthewOlson

This is my first journal entry. I was not able to write the dream down. Instead, I spent time reviewing each part of the dream and comiting it to memory before getting out of bed.

My first conscious memory of the dream is that I am at work (I work in a kitchen/cafe at a recreation center), and I notice one of my co-workers going about his day (the one I enjoy working with the most). Sometime during my work, I wander into dry storage and I notice a strange book. From what I sense of the dream, I already knew it was there, and I had already read a part of it. Thing is, whenever I do read it, I sink into a deep trance, and I am focused on absolutely nothing but the book. The subject of the book contains some deep form of knowledge, parts of it like one dark story. The image I get is the atmosphere of a large dark forest/swamp that somehow extends through time, and the presence of shady figures that add the feeling of turbulence. ... The exact text or story I can't remember.

At one point in returning to the storage room, I pick up the book and notice a sheet of paper fall out of the front page, and it converts into the shape of a knight with a sword and shield, made out of paper. It tries to fend me off, as if trying to prevent me from touching the book, but I just swat at it, and pick up the book anyways.

A third visit to the storage room, I end up encountering the book again. This time however, as soon as I open it, I am sunk so deep into a trance that I end up finding myself lodged inside the book. I end up sensing a voice that commands me that I am not to leave the book until I have read all of it. I end up reading about a chapter before I start feeling claustrophobic, and am afraid that someone is going to come in and move the book, or set something on top of it, thus preventing me from leaving. I end up forcing my mind out of the book, and find myself standing in the storage area once again.

Then, I began to notice things here and there moving throughout the room. From what I was seeing, I assumed that there were some mischevious spirits in the room that were causing it. I shout out in the room, demanding for the spirit(s) to reveal themselves. Then, one of the shelves begin to stir, and another sheet of paper begins taking the form of a witch on a broomstick, and it starts flying around my head like its trying to attack me. I end up swatting IT away from me, and thats when I start feeling overwhelmed by the atmosphere around me, like there were more spirits that would attack. It is then I remember a technique of meditation; I begin imagining a shield surrounding me to keep unwanted entities out. ... The strange part about doing this, however, is that I start imagining a gauge of how strong my 'personal shield' is (1.00 suggests the minimum effective rate, 4.00 being the maximum. I reached a 2.96,... apparently. .... Dreams are weird, aren't they?)

Anyways, there is where my dream stopped.