11984 February
I searched through the library of $P7. I had to find the book so that i could study for the test. I did not want to be late, but i had to have the book. I moved frantically through the room, trying to find the right text book. I knew that i should have prepared for the test earlier. Now i would be late for class and i still did not have my books with me. Could someone else have taken the book and hid it? I had to find it, but i suddenly realized that i should not be here. I became aware that i should not be in the library at all. My books were at home with me when i was studying. Something was suspicious. I then started to feel that i had been here before looking for the book before my test. I looked around the library, realizing that this was not really the library at $P7, as i had thought it was. I was in a much larger room. The high ceiling was domed and supported by round pillars at four corners. This place seemed old and grand. I stiffened as i realized that there was someone else in the room with me. He seemed to be the librarian. He stood near the desk at the entrance to the room. The room was still laid out like the library at $P7, but i knew that it was somewhere else. He spoke to me in a calm voice. He said something about the city. I started to feel strange. I wondered how he knew about the city. It was a place only in my dreams. I stood suddenly near him, a table between us. He looked down at the table, on which he had a large ancient volume. It was open to somewhere near the front of the book. He said something, but i did not understand him. I started to feel that this was important. I understood that he had been to the city as well, the same city that i had visited in my dreams. He told me that he had gone to the city many times. He then referred to the city by a name. I thought that the name sounded like “Europe”. I wondered whether it was a foreign word for the continent. I was suspicious of this thought, though. I knew that the city in my dreams was not in Europe. It had many old buildings which seemed european, but i was fairly certain that it was not a city in Europe. As if the man knew what i was thinking, he nodded, assuring me that the city was in the place he had mentioned. His thin hand pointed to the left-hand page of the book. I read from the book, which was conveniently facing me. There was something written in a foreign alphabet, but, next to it, was a word in latin letters. It was a long name, which did start like “Europe”, but it had two Vs in the center. Having two Vs in the center of the word seemed strange to me. I looked back at the foreign writing and realized that the letters corresponded to the sounds of the name in latin. I remembered the foreign writing from a dream. I had seen this before, but i could not remember where. I tried to focus. I remembered the times that i had been to the city in my dreams.
I left the party and headed down the street. I was still mad at my parents as i strode away from the house. I was in a city. The buildings seemed very old and noble. There was something familiar about this place. Standing before the huge stone building, i looked around to figure out where i was. I did not know how to get back to the house, but i did not think that i was really lost. I could get back if i wanted, so i focused on the building. It was tan, like sand. This was one of the buildings in the downtown area of the city. The building was a meeting place, where people congregated and interacted socially. The city was active, with people walking around in the cool autumn air of the streets. I walked toward the building. It was new and in use. I never remembered things in the city looking so new. The large brass plaque on the corner of the building was written in bold capita letters. It was the name of the city. I was astonished, thinking that there was some importance to the name for it to be on the plaque here. I remembered the man who had shown me the name the first time. He seemed like an old wise mystic, but i knew that he was really a librarian. I had forgotten this name before, but i thought that i had to remember it now. I felt foolish for not having written it down when the man told me. I knew that i should have written it down as soon as i had awoken. I concentrated on the letters of the name. I thought that i had to remember them. The name was “Eurivvonerga”.