1 Prologue

    As the days came I had weirder and weirder dreams. I didn't understand what was happening or what could I do against it so I learnt how to live with them. I felt like I was some kind of action movie's lead character. I tried to find out why I see things like these at night but I had no normal idea. It was becoming more complicated to process as time passed.  My Dream Diary began to fill up.

   Peaople say that we dream about things that we see in the daytime but I had never been chased by a psychopath, kidnapped or I don't remember when was I an alien or a spy. In real life I couldn't fight, use weapons, throw daggers but somehow I still did them at night. Why? I was never that type of person who reads or watches action.

    Sometimes I couldn't even decide what is reality and what happens in my mind. I didn't even know the what was reality. I somehow could control my dreams. I fought by myself. Me. The clone version of myself with my own mind. I've noticed that I didn't fear ghosts and murderers. I've felt like I could easily beat them because I have felt the flames of hell on my skin before. I've experienced more and more supernatural things. The ominous signs I've got have led to an unexpected plot.

I was given answers.