Contrary to expectations, Jon's dreams that night were in no way meaningful or prophetic, just the normal random crap he went through when he slept, and as such in the morning upon waking they all blurred back into nothingness.
Leaning over to slam off his alarm clock, Jon was struck by his last thought before sleep: where did the stone come from?
Reaching under his bed, Jon pulled out the secret box and uncovered the stone from the ample-breasted women that covered it. Clutching it in his hands, he pondered what his wish should be, how he should word it.
"I know what to do! Um... I wish, that a notepad would appear on my desk detailing in a manner I can understand how this stone gained its ability to grant wishes."
Satisfied, Jon breathed in and had to close his eyes as the normal bright flash blasted his eyes. When he re-opened them, an A4 notepad was on his desk, with scrawled writing on the first page; hesitantly, he pulled the notebook towards him and started to read.
