Something actually happened. I felt like a wave of cold going through me. The absolute silence and the flames of the candles twitching. The moon was full and bright outside, in fact I didn't notice the night to have come so fast, I was reciting this poem and adding as implied my two lines of a theoretical creature, and Tiarannosaur was the first thing that came into my mind.
I'm waiting there, but nothing happens. I might be taking that too seriously. Moving to the kitchen and finally bake myself something for dinner, then go to bed.
The next page of the book is an amazing engraving of a moon, and it's almost like the same scene outdoors. I wonder who was the artist who did that, centuries ago. Hell, every illustration is worth all the comics and other fairy tales book I've read so far. Unfortunately, my eyes can no longer keep it up and I'm going to finish it tomorrow.
That night... I've been also dreaming like i never did. I was in my bed, and everything around disappeared. darker than usual. I'm falling, like, in the middle of nowhere. I'm trying to wake up but nothing helps. There in the darkness a silhouette appears to me. Something is moving, something big, and larger than me.
It's staring at me, and I can barely notice something scaly, a tail and a snout. a monster? is that the dragon I did invoke?
What does it wants to me? Everything is distorted all around me, i'm seeing myself being no longer a body but strings, matter, swirls, geometrical shapes and abstract, psychedelic forms all around, all of this no longer make sense.
I'm now awake, sweating, panting. twitching and know something is not going right with me.
I feel like my head's about to explode, my stomach and belly is aching too. I'm trying to breathe as hard as I can.
I'm trying to scream for help, I'm having a crisis of something I don't know yet. I feel like everything around me is moving. I think I even wet my bed but it's really the least of my concerns. I need a doctor.