I tend to have weird dreams... this morning, I woke up from yet another odd dream. I wouldn't call it a nightmare, but I can see how someone would see it as such.
What I recall:
I was in a library. It looked more like an academic library rather than your run-of-the-mill public library. It had quite a few patrons walking around, I don't recall the demographic(s). Now, here comes the weird part...
I happened to stumble upon a mystical/magickal (yes, this was the intended spelling) section of this library, and I was forced to be some sort of vessel for a curse being cast upon the world. I was seemingly paralyzed and helpless, and this... man (I do not remember what he looked like) was slowly taking parts of my soul/essence out through my mouth. I could feel his hand in my mouth, and I could also feel this essence being pulled out of me and breaking off into pieces every time he reached into my mouth and grabbed a hold of it. I could tell that it existed as a single... substance inside of me, but it would break off into pieces every time he pulled it out. I do not remember what he was chanting/saying, and I'm not sure what his motives were... I'm not even sure why I was there in the first place.
Once it was over, I obviously still had some soul/essence left over. I used what energy I had left to help break the curse. For some reason, this process had to be kept secret from everyone in the library, so I would do my best to make sure no one saw me, and I had to do this all on my own. Once I roamed around the library for a while, I f
inally found the book I needed to help break the curse that was cast onto the world. Mind you, I had no idea what the curse even was, I just could tell it was bad. I also knew that since I was used as this... vessel of sorts, I was the only one who could even attempt to break it. I read aloud the passage that was necessary to break this curse, and then I woke up.
I don't really think much of my dreams, anymore, since I am so used to them. I just wondered if anyone wanted to try and interpret what in the world my brain was trying to say.
Also! I have a lot of dreams where I am in a library. Not sure why that is... and my awake brain does not seem to have this imagination capability. Only when I'm asleep. That is also a mystery. Anyone have any theories?