I solemnly swear that I am up to no good: dreams

I've been having dreams. strange dreams. it feels like they're good dreams, but they fade away quickly when I awaken in the morning, and I can't remember them.

it's weird to like my dreams.

sleep hasn't always been an escape for, although you'd think it would be. i'm not particularly scared of the dark, but i do feel vulnerable when sleeping. the git likes to trouble my sleep, either by doing something to mess with me, like when he used to take my blood and paint pictures on the wall with it, or by watching me when i'm sleeping (which gives me the creeps--it's awful to suddenly wake up and find him there staring at me), or because i have nightmares about him. about some of the things he's done to me.

but these dreams: i'm trying to figure out why i like them so much. even if i can't remember them.

my senses seem different. i'm not sure about seeing, but smells seem stronger, and really, really exciting.

i think i'm getting close. maybe that's it. i'm dreaming of my animagus form. that has to be a really good sign, doesn't it? it's so frustrating that i can't remember, but i'm happy and hopeful because i feel like i'm almost there.