Writing Emotionally

It was a magical dream. I don't remember much of it now but I know that it was magical cause by the moment I woke up I was so amazed of my dream. I was inside this huge castle nested just above a cliff that reaches through the clouds in the sky. The structures inside has many thin, pointy pillars align in a row that almost touches the ceiling. I didn't saw any division walls inside. It was like a cathedral with very high ceiling and large windows and doors. But the walls were dark, gloomy and old. I was walking in the isle, finding the library, then I realized that the whole place was infact the library! Piles of books were just everywhere and everyone were busy doing there thing. They were all wearing sack clothes and a hat just like nuns and priest of old days, and I notices I was wearing it too. I was searching for the book of codes. I know I need it and I must learn it so I would know how to read names from the giant book. I finally arrived on the section where the book c...