Book/Dream Log: Purgatory

Dream Log: Purgatory is a journal entry transcribed by witch Holly Kindchild, detailing a rather troubling prophetic dream.

It was found in the Jade Sanctum, and currently resides in Azalea's library for safekeeping.

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I had a very, very awful dream last night.

It was the kind of dream that sees you waking up screaming. Heart pounding. Eyes darting around to make sure it was over.

I have not had a dream this awful in a long time.

I will try to transcribe it here so that my sisters and I may attempt to interpret meanings, but I fear we may have little time.

It was very vivid. Far too vivid. It has either come to pass already...or shall very, very soon.

This worries me.

This worries me greatly.

Please breathe, Holly.

Remember the flow of time. Hold your pocketwatch. It will protect you.

I just need to focus on transcribing.

The dream started with me on a coastline.

I was running. There were strange buildings to the right of me, tall and filled with glass and lights. To the left was the ocean; a paler, deeper blue than I remember.

I was running towards something.

I did not know what at first. I just knew there was a destination.

People were walking alongside me. They did not take heed of my running. They were in rather strange clothings.

Actually, they did not take heed of me at all.

The people matter little.

It was midday. Not a cloud in the sky, but lightning was striking the ocean far off in the distance. Near the coast.

I kept running. I felt my lungs about to burst. My legs burning.

After a long while, I reached a pier. It was made of some form of tempered metal.

It overlooked some sort of chasm; a dark hole in the ocean, waterless and without end.

The white lightning was funneling into it.

Upon the pier was a man and a statue. The statue was dark, possibly made of scorchia or obsidian, polished to shinyness.

It resembled a dragon, and was rippling with electricity itself.

Dream logic immediately identified it as a doomsday device.

The man himself was obscured. He wore robes, seemingly of the same material as the statue, but fabric instead of stone. There was an insignia on the back. It looked like two semi-circles, attached the wrong way; one light green, one dark blue. There were pillars on both. They were mirrored.

Dream logic immediately let me know that this man was bringing about the end of the world-- but not on purpose.

I had to stop him.

I ran up the pier and tackled him off of the statue. We both fell into the abyss.

There was a cut in the dream.

When I opened my eyes next, I was in a small wooden cabin.

It had scant furnishings; a table, a few seats. At one end of the room was a strangely lit box. It showed symbols.

I was not alone in this room.

The man was there with me; however, no matter what angle I looked at him from, he always seemed to have his back to me.

I also recognized the Marshland Witch and Sister Newmaker.

None of them spoke to me at first, so I decided to check out the window.

It was pitch black.

A void.

Nothing there.

There were three. All had the same view.

I do not know whether I died or fell into a different dimension. However, the room had steps leading up to a wooden door, which I somehow knew was the washroom.

I politely excused myself and washed myself.

When I was done, I took the towel provided (pure white in color), and stepped back out.

There were more people now. Sisters Ortotho and Morelli. A few of the villagers that had been kind to me. Faces I did not know.

I figured I may as well try to leave, as the cabin had a door, even though I knew well I would end up simply overlooking the void outside.

That was not the case.

There was a landscape on the other side.

It was dominated by a very long, very wide stone path. It was crumbling. On either side of the path were trees of the jungle. Not quite unlike those of our jungle now, but...different. I walked.

Not a soul to be found.

Eventually, I found another building up on a hill. Wooden, but of a darker variety. More finely made. It seemed like an inn. A woman I did not recognize opened the door for me and welcomed me in.

The room looked familiar. Almost exactly like the one I had left, only somewhat fancier. There were many people in this one, as well.

I said, offhandedly, "This looks familiar".

The lady asked if I had been here before.

I said no.

She...asked where I came from.

I said

I said

[Water stains the page.]

I asked a question.

I asked her this:

"Are you aware of the room people go to when they die?"

I do not know why I asked that. I do not know how I knew that.

The woman's eyes widened. She stared at me.

Shock flashed across her face. Shock and horror.

Then, in the blink of an eye, EVERYONE in the room vanished entirely.

Immediately after the vanishing, I awoke. This was roughly fifteen minutes ago. It is still nighttime. My bedsheets are soaked in sweat.

(Sorry, Sister Newmaker. I know you just made me fresh sheets a month ago.)

My heart still pounds. I do not want to disappear.

Please, Holly. Calm.

I will begin interpretations of this dream immediately.

The man. The room. Those seem significant. Why were all my Sisters there?

Are they going to die?

I need to rouse Sister Ortotho immediately.