The dreams are the reason I started this blog.

At first, I thought it was just stress — finals, Dorian being far away, the usual life chaos. But these dreams? They’re different.

I keep seeing this huge oak tree with a face that slowly turns toward me. Like it’s alive. Watching. Waiting.

And sometimes Dorian’s voice comes through in the dream, but it’s not quite him. It says things I don’t understand. Things that don’t feel like words.

I don’t know what any of it means yet. But writing it down feels like the only way to keep myself anchored.

Thanks for reading.