i dreamt a dream last night. in it, we all died. no one was left, everything was destroyed. but yet, it was as if i was there. i saw a castle of ice. i went in and saw a book. the book glowed a greenish color. it was strange and filled me with a sense of despair. it filled me from the tips of my toes and fingers, to the ends of my hair. i was so scared and yet entranced by the sight. i ran from the frigidness of the place, without ever looking at the book. the terrain was barren. nothing thrived in this area. but a fountain found a way to constantly produce water. the very thing needed for all beings. then i woke up in pain...

I dreamt yet again of the strange glowing book. This time, though, I went towards it and it opened by itself. It was as though the book chronicled my whole life. I read the book in my dream and it gave me a very different view of my life. Then the book disappeared and I was tied to a stake. I was furious. How could I be the one on this spit of dirt, tied to the stake? I didn't understand how I was caught. I screamed for him to avenge me. Who this guy was that I screamed for, I don't know. Then the heat registered in my mind. Suddenly it was too unbearable to stand. I was going to be burned to death! The flames were my enemy. I started thrashing around, trying to dislodge myself, as though that were possible. I cursed the spit of land that I had once called home..... Then I woke up in pain again.... What does this mean???