Bakura wakes up from his nightmare, screaming. He looks around in the dark nervously, his sweat making him cold. He waits for about ten minutes, and hearing nothing, dares to move to turn on the light switch. As the room illuminates, he notices he had kicked the quilt off the bed in his sleep. Seeing that there was nothing to be afraid of, he built up courage and leaped off the bed, a good three feet away from the edge, so that nothing could grab his feet. He picked up the quilt and threw it on his bed, then made another leap into the bed.
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This is the third nightmare he has had this week, and it has been going on for months. He decides he needs to talk to his girlfriend about it.
"Cynthia?" he calls.
"What is it sweetie?" she answers, walking into the room holding a cup of fresh coffee.
"I've been having these horrible nightmares, you see. It's like they are telling a story! I'm looking through the eyes of someone else, and it's just.. terrible.." Bakura burst out, "They just lead to this thing, It was tall, and a humanoid.. I just don't remember his name."
"Honey I'm sure it's nothing." She replied, "You just need to stop watching TV for a while, that's all."
Bakura sighed. He knew she was trying to help, but nothing coming out of her mouth was of any use to him. He walked over to his ancestor's journal, kept on a small pedestal and encased in glass. Maybe they dealt with this too.
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For the first time in over nine-thousand years, the journal was opened. To his dismay, it was all in a different language. One thing that stood out in the journal was on the second page. Na-Ankh-Gorog was written in red ink there. I knew it! That's the name of the thing from my dream! It wasn't from TV, it was real! He closed the journal and carefully placed it back in its case, hoping that he could find someone to translate it.