The book cover decoration

I can't title this dream.  I just woke up from it and am frantically trying to recall it.

I dreamed I was at a mall with my mom, and she bought me bubble tea for breakfast.  For some reason I also bought myself bubble tea and we met up at the same time, so we shared half and half of the drinks.  Then, after we left the extremely bright and colourful mall, I was taken to the top of a building--though how I got there completely escapes me--where a girl who looked a lot like Silvana's older sister came up to me, and very severely looked me over.

"Good luck," she told me.  She led me inside, showing me a room that looked like a regular office, except there were books everywhere. Old books, new books, all of them with empty covers, or little boxes where illustrations should have been on the cover.

She showed me while talking--and I forgot what she said, for I was so focused on her hands--how to make the decals.  It was a long and gruelling process, something that I must have made up in my unconscious.  She took paper with colour on it and was pressing the colours onto the books, and then slowly pressing more colours, pressing and pressing until an image formed.  I was amazed.

She finished the books by pouring additives onto the books, which were little jewels or glitter or even sprinkles.   She then left me to myself, warning me of upcoming danger if I didn't learn quick enough, so I nodded and set to work, pressing and pressing.   Soon I had two covers, both pretty women, and I was about to add these little blue gemstones, but I spilled them. I tried using green and white sprinkles, then pink and pale yellow jewels, and for some reason, none of them would stick to the cover.  I was trying to pick them up by tilting the little pan I had put the two books in, but as I tilted, the eyes of the women on the covers moved and kept staring at me.  I was not unnerved, though I was plenty annoyed that their eyes wouldn't stay in place.

Soon enough the girl came back to see my progress.  I showed her the two covers, finally wrestled so that I could  put jewels on them, and then she showed me how to put the eyes back in place; I had to stare at them and then right the covers, and then keep staring at them as I put the books into the oven to bake the decals on. When the books came out, the images on the cover were slightly warped,so she showed me how to peel it off and then re-press the image back on the book cover.

It was a strange experience.

I was at this sort of "book" decorating job for several days.  I was an apprentice to a magician, you see, and this was a very important job because only a select few were allowed to take this job.  But I was warned by the girl that there was a dwarf who wanted to come and destroy the books, so I decided to go and kill the dwarf.

What is unnerving about this was the absolute calm way that I had decided to kill this dwarf.  I simply took a sword and climbed the tall tower at the back of the decal office,making my way up until I saw this black, dwarvish figure.  We began to battle; he had made the first move, so I assumed he was my enemy, and I stabbed him multiple times without sustaining any wounds myself.

Then I went back with the dwarf to show the girl, but she stared at me in horror.  "That's not the one," she told me, and I stared at the black dwarf who had attacked me, now standing on the table with a dark expression.  He was strangely uninjured, but I felt guilt course through me.  "You can hit me," I told him sincerely.  "I'm sorry."

He took his claws to my face, and his claws clinked against my glasses.  Then when he took off my glasses, he took out my left, good eye.

It didn't hurt but I screamed because I needed my eyes.  I stared at him, clutching th dry skin of my missing left eyelid, and he only stared back at me in contempt.

These are all the details I can recall.  Little bits of extra detail are still floating in my head, but my mind refuses to give them back to me.  Lately all of my dreams have been very bizarre and brief and fleeing.  Perhaps its just me feeling tired that I can't seem to remember everything...