Some people say I’m dreaming, am I?
Maybe. I think I’m living. I’m traveling. Seeing, learning I am enjoying myself. I don’t really get the chance to much else. I loathe the domestic arts as my mother calls them. I still do my lessons dutifully and my chores too, but when I get a chance. I go.
It is what it is.

Its an escape. I can’t really travel on Earth. My mother refuses to let me
go anywhere alone. She’s a pain to travel with and grumbles when we go
further than Auntie Red’s house. Uncle Jack was the first person to tell me about Mentalism. Showed me the books in the library. Helped me learn about bees, and convinced mother I needed my very own bunny. It was Auntie Red’s job to distract mother, and she did well.

I want to go as far as I can travel. India, japan, Elysium. Anywhere I can. I want to see it all. I want to write it all and fantastic adventure. I secretly wanted to be a pirate but that was almost certainly impossible. Pirate was not ever a woman’s vocation, this even I could understand. it didn’t mean I didn’t dream.

That was difference in dreams I could be whatever I wanted. Mentalism there are certain rules. Plus, you the traveler sort of make the world. Although, I think its a collaboration of all the Mentalists out there. Co-creating all the places you can go. That and its more permanent than a dream. You wake up it’s gone, here, things stay. Forever? Maybe, who knows. It is always growing and changing.