I don't know how to begin this, in my original world (the one were we have Americans, Europeans, Asians, etc) I used to write dates "normally", as in "January, February, March, etc", but since I was transported here I feel as if those words mean nothing anymore.

The man who brought me here uses "Moon cycles", so I guess that's what I'm going to be using for this record, while I’ll use normal dates for my time in my world.

June 7

Today was like any other day for me, I woke up, prepared coffee and drove to work.

As always I tried to talk about a raise with my supervisor, but she dismissed my claims, she says that even if I've been working here for two years I'm still too "innocent" to be taken seriously. Just what in the world does she mean? Just because I don't want to sleep with everyone in the office like her doesn't mean I don't do my job the right way!

Later that day I received a call from my mother, she told me about an old classmate that is now working in New York. Good for her I guess.

June 8

Today was awful, my coffee machine broke and since coffee is the only thing that keeps me alive I was working like a zombie. Traffic was terrible and I think at some point I fell asleep on the wheel, but nothing happened since nobody was moving.

June 9

The coffee machine's still broken.

Mom called to speak about some girl I apparently was friends with at elementary school that is now married and expecting a girl. I... I don't care, mom.

June 10

Today was uneventful, but I had the weirdest dream:

I was in some kind of town, taken straight from a fantasy movie, everyone was dressed like medieval villagers and staring at me (probably because I was wearing my modern day pajamas). This lasted like a second, and then I had the sensation of falling into my bed from the ceiling (???).

It didn't really felt like a dream, but what else could it be?

June 11

I was scolded at work because I feel asleep during lunch hours, but I thought I was allowed to do whatever at that time? guess I'm too "innocent" to understand my co-workers logic.

What's really interesting is that I dreamed with that town again, I was in that same street, with the same people staring at me (only slightly less interested and wearing different clothes?), but this time a tall man was on the other side of the street, signaling me to come. I couldn't distinguish his features too well but he sure had a nice...er... figure.

June 12

This time I really screwed up at work, I fell asleep while copying documents and ended up crashing the copying machine. 
At least I wasn't the only one scolded this time because the people that saw me passing out didn't do anything about it and so they got a stern talk too.
But on the dream I had, I was again on the street, and a strong force was pushing me towards the tall man. This time I almost saw his face, but everything was moving so fast the only thing I remember is his hands, he had a skin as white as fog, and his fingers were long and gracile, he had his arms open at me, he was calling my name.
Towards the end of the dream, the force that conducted me towards the tall man shifted and dragged me away at an incredible speed, and the last thing I remember is my name being called with a distressful voice...

I wonder if I'll dream of him again today...