Hey, Journal, I'm starting to lose sleep. That dream has been reoccurring for over a week now since it first started.
This pickaxe I have really isn't that good. I need something faster and more durable than rock. I need steel, iron, something so I can keep my back safe from the things that lurk in those dark caves. I can hear them hissing and clicking and groaning right around the corner when I explore and I get paranoid. I have to leave in fear for my life. Maybe I can get the furnace hot enough to melt some rock. I could cool that down in a mold I could make from wood. I could make a weapon. I'd definitely prefer stone over wood for weapons any day. I'll be back in a little.

Alright, after I made the new sword (It worked very well actually) I went down into the cave I got my coal from. I kept following it's winding ways and eventually found some iron. There was something weird about this find, though. There was plenty of iron and everything else was okay, I had killed all the creatures but the Enderman on my way down. The weird thing about this pocket of iron was that... Everywhere around it in what looked like blood was written, "You need to go deeper!" I continued following the tunnel down and hit a dead end. At this dead end I found the same obsidian like the columns in my dream. There was righting there, too. It said "Just try and break it... I dare you!" I took the writing's challenge and swung my pickaxe at the obsidian. My brand new iron pickaxe broke. It shattered like a glass that fell off a cliff. I think the writings are right.
We need to go deeper, Journal...
End Journal 4.