FideJournal: Odd Dreams Who: Hannah Abbott When: Very Early Morning, January 24, 2009 What: Writing down an odd dream Warnings: Language Public/Private: Warded AF to be Private
Jan. 24/09
I don't know how the hell Ernie didn't wake up. It felt like my whole body jolted awake. It's alright though - he was clearly exhausted and I wouldn't want to wake him just because of a strange dream that I didn't know what to make of. Not like I haven't done it before though.
The dream, it wasn't a nightmare, but I haven't ever had one like that before. I may have to relay this to Teddy. Could be something about the potion? I can't be sure. I've never been good with divination either, and I'm not entirely sure this counts because it was definitely in the past.
It was a nursery... there was a mobile, with rabbits. White and pink, a typical little girl's room. There was also a man. I couldn't make out his features, but it must have been my father - if in fact this was a memory - we have the same eyes. He'd been upset, weeping maybe and it made no sense to me. Why would the man who abandoned us be weeping? He fled the second I showed magic! Fucking coward leaving us like that, having to move in with Papa Soames, becoming such a burden
I don't understand why this is happening now - it has to be the potion. I'll have to tell Teddy. Not only the odd dreams, but warping the truth like that, such a random memory.
Not sure how I'll get back to sleep but, at least this will remind me the next time I need to send ingredients or anything else comes up.