You wake up and scratch your head. That was a truly bizarre dream. You ponder the freudian aspects of having a dog for a hand as you check it now. It's back to normal, don't worry. Pondering symbology, you decide to look it up in the study.
The study is old and dusty and every wall is covered in old books. You look at the old spines and notice none of them have titles. You're just going to have to pick one at random.
You pull one down and open it up. You begin reading: