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I had another very real feeling dream last night. It has been three weeks since the last one and I thought that it was a one time thing, but it wasn't. This time, I recognized the feeling, it is clostrophobia. Not sure I spelled that correctly, but that's ok.

I went out to the balcony again and soon enough, I was in the air. Up until then, I was sure I was awake, but I must have been asleep, right? I mean, magic is real and all, but wizards don't usually turn into dragons, do they? Even an animagus form can't be a dragon and they don't usually turn for no reason.

Another thing about things is that sometimes I feel something inside me. It is almost like an animal is inside me wanting to come out. And when I'm angry, it's almost unbearable, but I push it down. This feeling started shortly after the first dream.

Anyway, I went out on the balcony and jumped off, only I didn't fall. I soared! I had turned into a dragon again. The absolute exhiliration of flying was upon me again. It's like being free, totally free. The ability to move up, down, hover, loop, bank, and anything else you can think of is great. While I was doing the aerial maneuvers, I noticed that another dragon had come out.

He, at least I think it was a he, was magnificent!! He was green in color and slightly bigger than me. He didn't call a challenge and when I noticed him at first, I was a little enraged at having another dragon so close to my home, but that soon passed as he called out in greeting.

Don't ask me how I know it was friendly and a greeting, I just know. He was not there to challenge me and I was glad he wasn't. The resulting aerial dance we did was even more exhilirating. Wingtip to wingtip maneuvers and deathdefying dives, it was all quite fun. My dragon form is black, with large wings and a wedgesgaped head. I have horn stubs on either sides of my chin and head. I think he was fully grown, though. He had full horns on his head and tail.

I cried out in joy after a particular stunt and a bit of flame escaped my mouth. The other dragon seemed to bow to me then and left. He was tired. Though a little sad at the loss of my playmate, I knew he needed to hunt. Thankfully, I didn't. In fact, I've been eating very big suppers to stop such dreams from happening. It wouldn't do to have to hunt in one of my dreams again, if I had another one that is.

It appears that these dreams may continue happening, seeing as how it has happened twice now. So, he was done and my wings were tired, so I went back home. When I landed, I made it to my bed before I slept.

The reason why I think it is a dream is because my clothes aren't ripped to shreds when I turn into a dragon, and wouldn't that happen? There's so much I don't know about magic, so maybe I should talk to my father about it. Or maybe my older sister, Teowyn. As long as I don't tell them I ate a deer, it should be ok, right? As long as I don't tell them I turn into a dragon in my dreams.

I may do that, I am not sure though. I really want to go play now. So I guess I'm done with this journal entry. I'll see you people later, bye.