Dear Journal,

Its 2:15 in the morning by the way. I decide that I would write you since I'Ve been able to remember my dreams more clearly after the Divination lesson. I seem more open to the dreams I have and this particular one has reoccured more than once since then.

This dream starts the same way everytime I have it, which isnt often but its not hard to remember. I am standing alone in a field, Its spring and Im wearing a sundress, its long and full of bright colors. Its beautiful outside, The wind is softly blowing and the trees are swaying in a near by forest, the sun is high and makes that same breeze just the right tempature as it crosses over my skin. Its quit but only for a moment......"HELP ME" there is voice coming from inside the forest. I turn my head as if i could see through the trees. there was nothing in sight but there was something there. The screams were faint and grew louder as I ran toward the forest. Standing at the edge of the woods I saw it.

A woman stood there with a man, but the man was no man she knew. Was she kidnapped or was this women taken there willing. There was no time to hesitate picking up the nearest branch I ran for the man whose back was to me and 'SLAM' right over his head. He fell to his knees. Grabbing the women by her hand we ran out of the forest away from danger.

Im back in the field and the breeze crosses my skin. Im a hero and the women is safe. It doesnt always end the same sometimes Im to late and the women is dead others I arrive and there is no one there to help its like i was dreaming in a dream.

Well until next time. May you stay safe.

Your faithful writer
Rene Cullen

Dear Jasper

Ive decide to rename you, Jornal was so unfamilar and overused. Its like meeting and it makes me more comfortable telling you things now.Its easier to write to something that has a name, like a friend.
On to the dream. Im standing alone in a yard its not a yard I've seen before. Im happy and there are tables set up in a lined with chairs pushed under them. The tables are layered with plates and utensils and food from one end to the other. Its the holidays. Shortly my family comes out of the house and I figure out its my house and this is my family, my children and husband. Its all so brillatn. we take our seats and begin to feast. All Of a sudden there is a loud bang coming from the front door. I can hear it even though we were in the garden. Imove from my seat and down the hall. I awnser the door and no one is there. I begin to walk back to to the yard and i here the knock again. i returned to the door but no one is there.

Its morning and the sunshines through the window and i wake from my dream. Who was knocking? what does this mean? Someone new on the way that I have not yet met, Im sure.

Sincerly yours
Rene Cullen

Hello Jasper

Its been awhile. Its been hard to remeber the dreams I have and the ones I have are so short and dont last long that I figured it was pointless that I would write them down. I believe that It is because there hasnt been a Divination class. For some reason the class helps me open my mind. Well enough about that to the Dream.
This dream the one I had a few nights ago was the best dream I have had in awhile Best meaning that It had the best quaulity to my memeory and was not so easly forgoten.

This dream is one that you hope never comes true. In the dream im at home and its in the morning and i wake from this horrible dream that was all to real.

In that dream my mother comes home from the doctors one day with some depressing news. She has cancer and that she has to go thru Kemo to reverse the cancer. Seeing as they had caught it earlier there is a good chance she will survive it.

Im really worried and decide to call me mother later after i know shes home. Later i call she is home after alongs day work and i decide to tell her about my dream. Hearing the worry in my voice she decide to make an appointment the next day as to check and see. really it was my overwhelming persuasion that got her to do it. The following day she goes to the doctors and they run various text on her. Afterwards she came over to my house and told me the news. She has cancer.

I hope this never happens.

FOR LOVE AT MOST
RENE CULLEN

OCC: Real dream but my mom doesnt have cancer so thats good.