I had a new dream last night. For once, it wasn't horrible. Will, the FBI agent who saved my life, was in it again. I used to be afraid of him. I thought he was only able to track down my dad because he thought like him.
This dream was different. I think maybe it's because I know my guardian, Hannibal, explained my situation to Will. I trusted Will in this dream, enough to go on a trip with him. He says it has to be to my father's cabin. But hey, at least I got out of the hospital!
The dream ended with us on a plane together. He looks pale and shaky, but he must be okay. They wouldn't let him sign me out of the hospital or get on a plane if he was sick, right? Plus, he offered to take me mountain climbing, so he must feel good enough for that. I turned down the mountain climbing.
I might let myself have a little hope that things will get better.