((OOC: The entry is written neatly in ink. Unlike the last entry, no tear stains mark this parchment.))
Dear Me,
My writing did not seem to help. I had the same nightmare again, always ending with my vivid green eyes staring back at me. I woke up like always crying and shaking, my body covered in sweat. Yesterday Father and Papa both read my nightmare. Father told me I could wake him whenever I felt the need to at night, but I could not. I know how important sleep is, and I did not want to interrupt him. Instead, I stayed in bed, doing my best to calm myself, which usually includes hugging Cat as close to me as possible. I am so lucky to have Cat, he is so gentle; we are one and the same it feels. I do not know what I would do if I were ever to lose my precious dog.
It appears I got off track; as I was saying, Papa and Father, read my nightmare. I was worried for Papa to read it because I do not want him to feel responsible for the way he is seen in my dreams. I did not want the way I described it all to make it seem as if I am scared of Papa. although. They both seemed to understand and we even learned of each other's silly fears. Papa is frightened of dandelions, Father: butterflies, and me with cabbage.
There's one last thing, yesterday evening there was talk of Ristiinna's birthday, which is celebrated on the first full moon, if I remember correctly. My birthday was a few days ago, I only told Ris. I feel a little guilty for not telling anyone now, it seems like a big deal with my current family. I never received gifts or did anything special with my Mama and blood Papa, so I felt it to be no big deal. Oh well, it is to late now I believe. I will tell them next summer.
I do not know what else to write because my nightmare was the same. I may skip sleep tonight and pretend to drink my sleeping tea. Just one night won't hurt me...I hope.
I am off to visit my tree of Lost Ones now.
Love,
Syl
