I have a Dreamer all to myself here at Fifth Sanctum. I'm madly in love with her. Her name is Alison.

When I first ran into Alison, she came across as lost in the clouds. I instantly knew we would be friends. She is an artist who can create complex, beautiful, and interesting pieces. She is also gifted with experiencing the world in one waterfall of sensations and emotions that pool together. Once we got to talking, I knew I had to see her dreams for myself.

The first dip into dreams was like the shock of icy water when you plunge into a lake in the middle of summer. Everything danced and shimmered around me; I could feel and smell and taste every thought and emotion that drifted across her natural dream scape. Happiness was silken, while curiosity burned like a smooth whiskey. I let myself swim through this insane blend of everything she saw and thought in a state of mild intoxication before withdrawing from it all. I found the most unique dream scape I'd ever seen. I knew I would be back.

And so it came to pass that Alison and I spent more and more time together. She introduced me to painting, and I came to learn that her art is how she communicated and told the stories of the world around her. I listened to her siren song as best I could, intrigued by this synesthesia riddled muse. One day...one day I want to untangle it all for her and show her most of us experience things one at a time. It's a goal to show her our perspectives and let her wonder and revel in it like I do in hers. I know that is likely a long way down the road, but I am already planning on it.

Our adventures have continued; she brought me art supplies, and we went and saw the many tales of the graffiti artists in an alley in town. We kissed. It sparked like fireworks and I realized then that I was in love with her. I had to try to do anything and everything I could to make her mine. So I asked her out a short while ago. She said yes, and I've never been happier than I am now, not even when Dad was alive and Mom used to visit. Those were good times, but...Alison is like a drug. I can't give her up and I don't want to.

But there is something wrong with Alison's dreams. While exploring her dreams, I first noticed a small boy - shadow dashing around the landscape of her mind. I decided to explore further, but every time I get close, he mysteriously vanishes and is nowhere to be found. Alison has begun to paint strange and unusual stories, and her health is declining. It must be tied to her dreams somehow. She's always tired and has become so weak; she can barely go anywhere on her own and needs support and assistance. She sleeps so much as well, and her dreams are restless and uneasy. Fog clouds everything and the colors leech away to dull lifelessness.

I am determined to find out what it is that plagues her. I think it will take more exploration in her dreams and a lot of care in the real world to get her back into health. I am hoping I can convince her to go to the school's nurse and make sure that she doesn't have some sort of serious illness; after all, a decrease in health at the rate she's experiencing has to be unnatural. I'm not sure she'll want to go though. And her dreams...already they are surreal, but now they've become ominous and dangerous. I'm doing my best to remember everything I experience in order to assure that I can use the clues I think she's trying to leave me to unravel this entire mystery.

I'm not sure what to do, and I feel like I'm in over my head, but I refuse to give up on my Dreamer. Whatever is bothering her, we will be able to conquer it. Whatever goes wrong, we can make right. And despite everything, I'm in a place that supports me and with a person I love. It's like being in the commune as a child again. I feel hope and joy regularly. I have high hopes that life will be good here at Fifth Sanctum, and that I'll find my place in the world, serving my Dreamer and the other students to the best of my abilities.