11/27/2002:
Brett, Star, Gandalf, and I. We had a dark arcane book which resembled the Necronomicon. Gandalf warned us not to use the book. We (Brett, Star, and I) found a door out in the Blasted Lands; a large door, 8’ high, 4’ wide, just sitting in its frame in the desert. Somehow the book got open and used in an attempt to open the door. And open the door it did... It is a gate to another world, a darker world. A large arm and suitably large hand reached through the gate and grabbed Star. Brett and I tried to pry the hand off of her, all the while yelling for Gandalf. He did not hear us in time. Star was pulled through the gate into the other world, Brett behind her. I escaped the pull, but just barely. Then I went in search of Gandalf, because I was determined to rescue them, whatever it took. I still had the book tucked under my arm. As I walked back towards the castle, where he was, I saw a fire elemental walking across the lands, coming straight towards me, and I saw my death burning in those flames. I stopped where I was and began chanting the words to call the rain: "sho alan koreley shalan vo ech entide..." I cannot remember the rest. The clouds formed over me as I chanted, and the rain began to fall. The elemental strode forward another few steps, then stopped and looked towards the sky as the fat raindrops began to fall on him; as they began to quench his fires. He turned then and moved away from me, in that same slow walk as he had approached. I quickly moved on to the castle.

I found Gandalf there and told him what had happened. He nodded his head; I’m sure he already knew. I couldn’t explain how the book got open; I can’t remember any of us actually opening it. Again he nodded in understanding. Then he stood and we turned to go in search of our friends.

07/27/2002:
There were many parts to this dream, but I only remember a small bit:

A chain-link fence running along the edge of a ravine. I am chasing something, and I run up and vault the fence.

It turns out the ravine is 100’ deep, with a river at the bottom. I fall the hundred feet, aiming for the river. It turns out to be a stream, 8 ft. wide, but only about 6” deep. I splash down hard, but luckily I don’t break anything.

There are woods bordering the stream, and standing near the edge of the forest is something that makes me forget whatever I was chasing. Here stands a scantily-clad woman with long black hair. She has an attractive face, resembling Angelina Jolie. She is snacking on chocolate.

She beckons and I go to her. She sheds what little clothing she has and embraces me as I kiss deeply her warm, chocolatey mouth. We kiss for a few seconds, then I feel her pull me tight to her, her nails digging into my back. Her nails, nails growing longer, digging deeper, making blood flow forth. I become aware of the pain, but it feels good. Part of me wants to pull away, part does not. Then, I feel the fur under my hands and I do pull away, to see her changing, becoming a sleek black wolf, staring at me with bottomless yellow eyes. I see no friendship in those eyes, only death. She is evil, and means to kill me. She may find it more difficult than expected.

She is still staring at me, starting to growl, when I wake.
I can still see that face, with its bottomless eyes of death.

07/03/2002:
For the past several nights, I have been dreaming of spiders.
Not your average garden-variety spiders, these are quite large, and they seem to be malicious. They weren't a focus of any of my dreams last night, they just kept showing up in other scenes (most of which are shreds of memory now).
I remember 2 specific instances:

1) Largish spiders, about an inch in diameter, not including legs, were dive-bombing me. Several of them were swinging around on web strands like you may see Spiderman doing, and they kept smacking me in the head and shoulders, taking hold, then crawling around on my arms and the back of my neck. Each time I would try and grab them or brush them off, they would sling a web out, attach to a wall or ceiling, and swing away, then come back and bomb me again a few moments later. It was all very strange, in an annoying sort of way.

2) I walked into a room in some building (not my apartment, thankfully), and happened to glance up into a corner to my left. There, perched on its web, was the largest spider I've ever seen with my own eyes (barring video games). Its body was fully 5 inches in diameter; with the legs included it had to have been 8 or 10 inches across. Its body was greenish yellow in color, its legs a dark brown. It was just sitting and looking at me with all its (8) eyes. Its prominent fangs dripped with a clear venom. It didn't attack. I wanted to scream, but could not.

Thankfully, this scene moved on to another dream shortly after this heart-stopping sight. I saw no other spiders for the remainder of the night.

04/29/2002:
Mages, 5 of us, all of different disciplines. Not masters, but above apprentice level in our respective knowledge.

Peter is there. He is the most learned in our group; I'm not sure of his specialty.

Donna, the pretty dark-haired girl, practices water magic.
John, a heavy-set man, practices earth magic.
Joanna, a cute blonde girl is also there. I don't know what her practice is.

I practice the Chaos arts.

We are sitting in a living room environment. 2 small couches, placed on opposite sides of a hole in the floor. The hole is about 6 feet in diameter, 8 feet deep. Pete sits at the bottom of the hole, meditating. He is sitting on some cushions, and there are other cushions scattered around the carpeted floor. The cushions are bright red in color, with gold trim. I don't remember the carpet color.

Donna and I sit on one couch, located in the direction Pete is facing. John and Joanna occupy the other.

We are preparing to do something, but I don't remember what. Each member of our group is preparing small magical gems and components. Something strange comes over me. I feel a large surge of raw magical energy coursing through me, and my right hand begins to tingle. A sound starts to come out of me; it starts as a low moan and grows steadily into a full-blown yell. It feels so wonderful, yet so terrible; the powerful raw-energy feeling makes me feel like exploding with ecstasy, yet I feel like part of my soul is being sucked out, being formed into... A small blue stone forms in my hand, and the surge fades. The stone is beautiful, and it shifts its color as I turn it over in my hand, from turquoise to a deep sea color, but always remains in shades of blue.

Pete is there beside me now, supporting me with Donna's help, and he says, with a sort of awe, "A Chaos Stone..."

I am exhausted, and begin to ask Pete about this Chaos Stone, but then my alarm rips me out of that world...
I tried to get back, but could not...