Odd Dreams

[ A sealed letter delivered to the sorcerer Matilde ]
 
Dear Matilde,
 
Thank you again for spending the evening over dinner. Your insight and advice on the situation to which we discussed was quite helpful and we intend to follow it. In fact, likely we are to engage in another adventure entirely for now. The details are fuzzy, though I shall learn come the next morning. Regardless, I do appreciate your point of view and I thank you for sharing your wisdom.
 
As a slight aside, I am wondering if the wine we had is the culprit of an odd feeling I've had of late. Likely not, but to be candid I could not sleep after our meal. Even now as I write this, I fear I may not be able to, though I do feel somewhat better now. But, this restlessness has come with a dream. The same dream over and over. I find myself falling over a land I do not recognize. Plunging toward the ground before a great stone city and awakening before striking it. Recently I've managed to press past the fall and saw myself flying over the city. Mankin are below, waving at me. The stone city is vivid and full of strange chthonic edifices I have never seen before or read about in stories.
 
I tell you about this because it is outside my experiences. I've studied over three hundred difficult metres and memorized the 250 great stories and another hundred or more secondary stories from histories, poetry, and prose. In none of them was what I saw. At least not as written. So, I doubt I could have imagined them. Your order holds ancient knowledge and I fear that something odd is happening. In your stories that I do not know, have you heard of such? I've included a drawing of what I recently saw. I would humbly wish you thoughts on this and your discretion if possible.
 
Sincerely,
 
Lady Seraphina Swann, Dréama