This is now my Diary

Dreams are freaking weird aren't they?

I'm pretty sure everyone had some weird and questionable dreams and nightmares once in a while. So, I'd like to share one of 'em. Or, a mildly interesting compilation of them. So there was this one weird time in school where one of my friends had a sort of flashbacks dream or whatever. Sooner or later those weird dreams spread to us (poor Sammie missed out) and created sort of a storyline based around it. So, I compiled them all and proposed this story, with a few tweaks to make it work. I won't type it all. First, it takes a long time. Second, why would I?
NOTE: I put as many details into this as I can, but some can contradict with each other, so this is about 70-85% accurate. Sammie can remember some of the details so she's free to rage some info out.

ARC I, PART I: The Dawn of the Dreamscape
Long ago, in a lonely world of souls, spirits roaming around a plain and mysterious land above the clouds, a heaven, a paradise, a land to let free your every thought with the magic and fantasy that encompass it. But as these white, transparent creatures explore further, a new world breaks through. A black hole tears through the reality of the land so lush and pure to reveal a hellish world in it's wake. After it all an abomination of darkness and vice came, a demonic evil that the world had not welcomed, and in his hands a war axe, enchanted with purple auras and the ashes of the ground it had come from, bloody and rotten.

And with the cold stare in his eyes, a devastating genocide, death of the masses, millions of lives cut short by a gory and blood-thirsty monstrosity of the shadows. Among those who survived are a few, whose lives faded as all they held dear now left in pieces. 

Cut down and slain before here eyes, a lass playing around the grounds as the titan ravaged the world once majestic and gorgeous, now barren, flooded with the ashes of close friends and family now gone, she walks on a cobblestone path to the Isha Waterfall, and in her hands flowers, and although she may not know it, the tears that will create the oceans and the leaves of the roses that will form the world.