The Dream Book

The night light shined eerily in the corner of my room. Once again I wake from a disturbing dream. Looking through my book of dream interpretations the symbols are different, but have the same meaning.

The symbols read as follows: shattered mirror, unexpected death of relative; angels, inheritance; dark room, betrayal by friends; broad stairs, honor and wealth. Just as the night before Death, Inheritance, betrayal and success.

It is a casual day at the office. A new guy started on my team. Immediately there was an attraction. He seemed unstable. Often saying odd things that are out of place at work. Still I was drawn to him. Too bad he is not very good at his job.

Somehow he finally got to sit next to me, but then I was moved away from him. The idea of us going out with him preoccupied my mind. I did not want to think about whom is dying today.

It was bothersome. I did not want anyone to die. Grandmother, Uncle, Aunt it was hard to think about it. Made me feel like a vulture waiting for a death. Thinking about how to spend the money was even worse. Several people in my family are old now, but I had no reason to believe they would leave anything to me. That was before the dreams started. A break from my bills, the idea made feel almost happy. The idea made me feel sick. Perhaps it was an odd preoccupation brought about my subconscious. Who makes dream books? Why would they know what my dreams mean?

Driving home I thought of the dark arts. An old trick I heard of was to focus on a question, then open to a page. It is similar to Tarot. I felt desperate to find the answer.

Taking it from the bookshelf, it felt almost warm. Holding the dream book I tried to think of a question. “Yes, or No that is how to ask the question.” Flipping the pages through my fingers, I felt the right page and then slowly moved my hand across the page with my eyes close. In the section I was pointing to it read, “For those who believe in the Bible, dreams are known for unlocking the truths of the future.”. Closing it quickly, I put it away.

The dreams persisted every night, pursued by a monster, sorrow will overcome you; enemies at night, embarrassment; loving an alien, loyal friendship; angels, inheritance. Then in a moment I realized everything happens for a reason. My dreams, my dream book fate was at hand. Thinking of their names. Josh “a.” Five times I tried every time it said, “a.” Stephanie again nonsense that almost made sense, but nothing. Then, Edward, “will.” This was it. Edward seemed to be the one. Five times opening it “will.” The man I worked with. Probing it further it all seemed to fit could this be it, but then I thought, “we are not related.”

It came to my attention that everything had become very quiet. Alone in my room, usually there was at least the sound of the radio. Looking up in the corner of my room the light seemed red. Glowing darkly against the wall. I realized what I had done. I have been deceived. The book fell from my hands. Without sound it hit the ground. Tempted to know the future, I fear my dreams will no longer haunt me.