"As part of our life as Awakened beings, you may have heard about Dreams. It's the place where your powers manifest, but after awakening, your memory of it fades until the next cycle…"
Professor Rudolph's voice carried an undercurrent of concern.
"This seemingly aimless cycle can be broken by adopting one habit— keeping a diary."
He paused, glancing around the hall. A small, involuntary shudder passed through students as he pressed on.
"Because Dreams always seem to bring bad luck, no one likes to discuss them. I won't lie to you all, they terrify me…
"The last professor teaching this course died in a Dream," he continued, his words drawing a silence over the room.
"And, um...don't worry, his assessments no longer count. But that's not the point. He was a Qi master, yet he still perished in his sleep. Even the Dao of Qi couldn't save him. It goes to show the extent of the ill luck brought on by these Dreams.
