Another One of My Dreams

In my dream I am standing facing a stern-faced man dressed in dark robes. He has a greying goatee beard. I am in what looks like a study. There is a desk, and over-full bookshelves occupy most of the walls. I have the feeling that I am being punished for some misdeed.

The man gestures at me, and then he seems to begin to grow larger. Or rather I must be shrinking, I realise, for my surroundings appear to be getting bigger as well. I am so astonished that I stand motionless. When I am well under a foot in height, he grabs me and lifts me up. He picks up a large belljar that is sitting on his desk and traps me under it.

That's when I awaken. Should I read anything into the dream? Up to now, I've had no indication that there is any magic in this world, but could Doria be different? Could that explain why so little is known of the country? Do I even believe in magic? Could the meaning of the dream be metaphorical, and maybe this man is going to try to diminish me in some way other than the literal?

1. I decide that I shouldn't have had cheese for my evening meal, and that I don't believe that what I dreamt has any significance for my future.
2. My previous dreams suggest that it would be unwise to dismiss this one out of hand.
3. I don't have time to reflect on the dream because...

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