There were two dreams I had back to back a few weeks ago. I should have recorded them earlier but I didn't

The first took place on a moonless night I was standing outside what looked like a crypt or a run down mansion or something like that.

All around me were people I didn't know...and yet I knew. They were holding torches and all looking at me, everyone was silent. I was to go inside the mansion to fight, or rescue some one. I can't really remember but it was something dangerous. In the middle of the crowd -addressing me- was someone with a white beard though in the dream I remember specifically not daring to look at his face for some reason. He spoke on behalf of the crowd. He said I had to go in there alone and that they couldn't help me complete the task, only I could do so. Then he said "And yet, we will be with you."

He handed me a dagger made of silver and gold and inlaid with diamonds. Even when it was sheathed I remember it being incredibly brilliant. I bowed to the man and went inside.

It was so dark and so cold. The sense of foreboding was repressive. The darkness was almost tangible. I was so frightened, but I still felt like there was someone there with me, just out of sight, moving with me in step.

The first thing I ran into was a person. At least I thought it was a person at first but I quickly realized it was a spirit. The spirit was weaselly, twitchy, nervous and kept insisting on me giving him the dagger and to follow him. I didn't want to go anywhere near him let alone give him my new gift. To avoid getting too close, I picked up a pole on the ground and tied the dagger to the end to make a make-shift spear. I slashed at him a couple of times and hit him. He screamed and ran off quickly down a dark passageway.

Now encouraged, I followed him, I didn't want him to get away. I lost him and found myself in a room without completely devoid of light yet eerily illuminated.

There was a woman laying on the floor hair covering her face completely. She was crying hysterically. I bent down to see what was wrong then realized she was a spirit as well. When I realized this, she looked up at me, she was asking something of me, pleading but I couldn't understand. She buried her face in her hands again and said "He is coming".

After this an ear splitting scream ripped the air. I spirit appeared in the air, he covered his ears as if trying to silence some horrible noise. After he couldn't take it anymore, he started tearing at his chest. He tore himself to pieces saying "This is the fury, this is the torment!...".

After he had gone. I noticed the woman dissappeared as well.

Utter silence descended, the comforting feeling of that unseen companion left. The room I was in was a living room. In front of the fireplace was a coffee table and a strange book on top, already open. The book had only pictures no words. As I looked at it. One final spirit appeared. This one had no form, no face, it was just darkness. It spoke many words to me but the only ones I remember were "Give in" "Give up" and "Join". Though it had no hands, the darkness engulfed me. I could feel it going inside me and I tried to tear it off, but it was just like smoke. Then I looked at the book. I saw a picture of myself, it was moving. I was in the middle of a dark forest. I saw the same darkness that was engulfing me, engulf the me in the picture. I saw myself completely overcome, I turned into a horrible monster.

At that point, I remembered the dagger. I ripped it from the sheath and slashed at the darkness wildly, frantically. It dissipated with a howl of pain.


The next thing I remember is the sun rising, and this begins the second part of my dream.

I was in the wooded, meadow-like area in the book, though this time it was not shrouded in darkness. I fought along side other people. We were in a war, all clad in armor. Again, I did not know the people, yet they seemed so familiar. Among us, however, there was a dragon that fought with us.

Shortly into the battle. A disembodied voice floated through the air saying something, but I don't remember. We all paused and all was still. Sunrise instantly changed to sunset.
The dragon who fought with us, dropped from the sky and was consumed in a haze of darkness. Then It flew off, it was no longer the same creature it was bony, dead and terrifying.

The next instant, the setting changed. I was no longer in a field, but on the walls of great fortress. Below us, hundreds of feet down, I could see the same enemy as before in vast numbers.

A rumbling noise made me and my comrades turn around and rising above a tower inside the city walls, was that same dragon as before. I remember him looking directly at me. My fellows and I rushed at him slashing at its feet and gouging it's neck. It bathed us all in waves of fire, yet I don't remember seeing a single one of us deterred or harmed in the slightest. We kept fighting undaunted, but so did the beast. The killing blow was struck, a sword through the heart. I woke up shortly after.

The first battle I stood alone, the second battle I stood united.