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[Private to Elijah and Rebekah]

I know it hasn't even been a year yet, but I know Mary Alice would be upset with me if I dwelled and moped forever. Mareena needs a mother, even though Beks is doing amazing at giving her all the motherly affection a child could ever want, so...I guess what I am asking is...am I a monster if I were to...consider starting to date again?

[Damon]

Serious question. No sarcasm involved, okay? Am I a monster if I start dating again?

I was able to go back to the Moors! The fairies are so beautiful. The Horned Woman...well, I suppose my Fairy Godmother. She is very quiet and I think she frightens the others a little. There were some fairies that brought me daisies. It was nice. They were very sweet to bring them. Only then one of them started a mud fight, which was surprising at first, but turned out to be very much fun. Even my Fairy Godmother joined in. Only because Diaval was laughing at her after one of the fairies hit her with mud. It was so wonderful.

The fairies before the mud fight were red and blue, like they were wearing flowing dresses and whenever they touched the water with their feet, it would light up red and blue, like colored ice on the water. It was lovely. I wish I could see them again. It was like watching a very lovely set of dancers perform on the surface of a river. The other fairies who started the mud fight were short and squat with bulbous noses. They reminded me a little of trolls, but smaller and much more cute.

The next time I visited the Moors, I was talking with my Fairy Godmother. Apparently she once had wings to, but someone took them from her. I could tell that it upset her, but there was nothing to do about it. It's awful to think that someone could be so cruel as to take her wings from her. I wish I could make it better, but I don't think that is in my power. I don't even know who took them.

I showed up to meet with one of my summer session professors about an assignment and the first words out of his mouth “Are you stoned right now?” No. I’m just exhausted because of everything that’s been going on lately, but thanks for thinking I’m a drug addict. Always nice to know what your professors really think about you.

Well my dreams aren’t taking place in Italy anymore. Apparently my grandfather is some sort of diplomat in them, and he got transferred to Washington D.C. right before the start of World War II. He brought my mom, Bianca, and I with him. So I guess my sightseeing in the dreams is now going to be in the United States? I wonder if I’ll continue my tradition of seeing more places in my dreams than I have in real life.