I am recounting this several hours and dreams later, so the details have grown vague.
I recall that I had actually failed to open my closet in the first dream, and I cannot recall being lucid. Following this dream, either my position or my memory seemed to skip around erratically. I bear memory of standing amidst a field of conflict. My position drifted from running across the field in pursuit of cover in a ditch, to a watch tower onlooking the field, and finally to a plane cockpit. This plane crashed into said field, and as it did, I found myself in the pilot's eyes, to the very moment of impact, at which my vision darkened instantly.
Some time passed, or perhaps a dream unremembered. I found myself therein walking about the school of my youth (A reoccurring dreamscape.) This school, as in previous dreams, bore an absurdly magnificent central library, the ceiling of which reached nearly beyond my vision. There were towering stone figures lining the walls in intervals. The center of this construct was a vast field of low shelves, lit by dazzling sunlight from windows on high.
I slowly regained lucidity as I gazed upon these wonders. I reached the point of realization, at which a woman appeared before me, whom I believed to be the keeper of this compendium, and yet, many things greater. I cannot recall the exact dialog that passed, though I am sure it regarded the Task of the Month. I, as usual, had some trouble remembering the specifics.
The Librarian told me of two, one of which happened to be the Basic Task. The latter, I was told, was to look upon a curtain (I struggle to recall anything that could have possibly triggered this dream event.) She, intending to assist me, started to a far end of the Labyrinth, presumably to fetch said curtain. She told me to return after completing my Basic Task.
I did so; turning in the opposite direction, I spread my arms, and found myself in an elegant, rustic bedroom, cast with dark, polished wooding. Within arm's reach was a double-door closet. I pulled one door fully open, and then the other.
I looked into the closet, seeing one relatively similar to my own. It bore the same layout, but seemed much larger. The closet bore typical items (Clothing, the odd box, et cetera). The only oddity was a menagerie of yellow stuffed creatures. My memory does not recall the specifics of their appearance, though they certainly were not of anything I had seen alive.
This task completed, I turned 'round, finding my position once again in the Grand Library. The Librarian had indeed draped a large, royal curtain upon the wall. She gestured to gaze, and so I did.
I saw, within the subtle wrinkles and furls, odd shapes wavering in the light. I believe I witnessed faces briefly forming, looking either upon each other, or into my own eyes. It was not entirely unnerving, however much this might have disturbed my waking mind.
This passage has transpired enough of the reader's time. The dream rambles on for some time afterward, though relatively without event.
