[Private Dream Journal] I was flying on the back of a Raven like riding a horse... or a broom... flying among the clouds. It was raining and snowing but the moon was out and the clouds weren't blocking the moon from shining down.
Strange that I slept worse when the magic was wrong than I normally do.
[Public] Pie. And my sisters. And turkey. I might be more excited about my sisters, but only because we get pie here sometimes. And its good that my sisters can't read this or they'd shove my face into a pie for saying that. Fortunately smashed pies still taste good, and I wouldn't have to share.