Sometimes it's hard to know what's real. The spirits' voices make it a little hard to focus, and sometimes they make be believe things that aren't true. Hopefully my acceptance into Physic High School is real, though! It's been amazing so far, and it's only my first day.

I successfully decorated and charmed my dorm, from the flowy curtains that cover my window and make the sunlight patterns on the floor to the dreamcatchers that I wove out of my gryphon's feathers (to distract any spirits who would try to pester me at night). And, of course, I didn't forget my crystals! How else would I channel my powers?

My first class of the day, Ancient Summoning Chants, sounds as difficult as it does interesting. Luckily, my grandmother owns a shrunken head of her former instructor (long story) that hopefully she can lend to me! He seems like he could make a great tutor if I temporarily undid the stitches on his mouth and eyes.

I can already tell my absolute favorite course will be Animal Telepathy. The Professor, Miss Belanova, says those who already have a natural sensitivity towards the calling of the spirit world are usually very gifted in connecting to those of this dimension, whether they be animals or people.

Well, I'm going to have to end my journal entry here. Jayne, the most persistent spirit who loves to mess with me, is saying I need to pour salt on my windowsill and door due to a demonic presence he is sensing. It's probably not true, but better safe than sorry. Maybe I'll make some popcorn to eat with the extra salt.

I have just found a mysterious tooth on one of the bookshelves in the library. I'm not sensing any auras that could tell me who it belongs to, so if anyone has information regarding a someone's missing molar, let me know. It has a little bit of what I think is cilantro stuck to it, so it's probably someone who enjoys tacos. Also, it was right next to the book "Boo-hoo: A Guide to Ghost Psychology," if that helps narrow down the list. Don't worry though; if we don't find the owner, I can always make it the newest edition to my charm bracelet.

Whenever I can't be bothered to pay attention to reality, I go to a special place in my head. It's a small garden with a multitude of willow trees and flowers of all kinds scattered about. Inside hollowed out nooks in the tree trunks are rows of books, fiction and nonfiction alike; some are filled with my memories, and some with the lives of whatever spirits are in my vicinity. Overall, its a very peaceful place that I can spend hours upon hours in. Although it sounds imaginary, it is a real place. As long as you know how, you can enter whenever you want to.

Recently, however, it's been a bit more hectic. Someone has been rifling through the books, throwing them down on the ground and even ripping out some pages. There are also a number of holes of varying sizes dug in random places, as if someone is searching for something. I have no idea what they need so desperately, but its starting to become a problem.

I was wondering if anyone else has seen the black cat with vibrant eyes, one purple and the other blue, who likes to sit on the ledge above the entrance to the Medicinal Potions building. The first time I saw him, he stared directly into my third eye like he was desperate to tell me something. I know I haven't mastered my telepathy yet, but I feel like I should be able to gather at least a faint idea of what the cat is trying to convey. He only seems to appear at night when there is a crescent moon in the sky, so I will try to remember to ask Mr. VanWrinkle, the astrology professor.

I am slightly wary of the combined power of The Elegant One and the Body Movements Club at the dance tomorrow. On one hand, if he decides to compete in the dancing contest and is angered if he looses to the skills those who follow The Catalog of Body Movements possess, he could raise his skeleton army and subsequently ruin the newly waxed dance floor and scare a few students into fear-induced comas. On the other hand, if The Elegant One is understandably mesmerized by the strange dance moves and decides to join in, we could have a rip in the veil between our two worlds!

Of course, I don't want these potential disasters to disturb our fun, so I've been planning tactics to combat any negative consequences. So far, I've come up with charming the dance floor with an unbreakable rune and brewing extra revival potions (an ancient recipe consisting of mothballs soaked in ectoplasm, three cat whiskers, wolfsbane extract, and cinnamon). Any other ideas? I'd hate for the two dimensions to fuse and begin to crack under immense pressure.

Even though everyone has access to this place, not many know how to unlock it. The secret on how to expand the horizons of the mind to reach it has been in my family for generations, and we keep it well guarded, as the Life Books belonging to some of the more powerful spirits contain dangerous and often dark forms of magic and power. For this reason, I am understandably wary of the recent break-ins; if in the wrong hands, the knowledge hidden in the Mindscape could cause catastrophic damage.

For the time being, I think it would be wise to increase the general security protecting the place. As I am not nearly powerful enough to perform magic or cast a psychic ward while within the Mindscape, I will have to rely on those damn computers to electronically create a defense system. Wish me luck!

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Finally, I have found my way back to the non-virtual world; it seems computers aren't really my thing, so I must find another way to secure the Mindscape and its secrets. I have placed all of the warding I can at my current level of mystic strength upon it, but I am still seeking new sources of protection to apply.

Unfortunately, my fears of this knowledge wreaking havoc upon our dimension seem to have been realized; the "Self Help" book @Georg Potookig and @Harper Hiraeth have come into contact with could possibly have been stolen from one of the tree shelves in the Mindscape. I am currently trying to gain access in order to see if any books are missing, but all of the spells I have cast make it difficult for even me to enter.

If this book is really what I think it is, it may have "latched" onto one or both of you, @Georg Potookig and @Harper Hiraeth, which could hold dangerous connotations. Whether the latch was initiated my the thief or the original spirit, uncontrollable rotting could be but one of the eventual side effects, so be on the look out for any seemingly prophetic hallucinations, dizzy spells, or any other odd sensations. Also, I would try to decipher whatever words were scratched out on the book; they might be essential to understanding this whole situation.

Don't worry, @Melody Chimes, all of the spirits at PsyHigh are harmless, though they can be agitating at times. This particular ghost is probably only seeking your companionship, so not protective chanting is necessary! In order to communicate and hopefully come to an understanding, you must retract into your mind and completely abandon reality (the first time is always the hardest, but now I can even do it unintentionally, usually at the worst of times), a state which is most easily achieved in a sensory deprivation tank. However, lighting a few cinnamon candles and closing your eyes will also do the trick. This will open you to the spirit world, and advantage for both gossip and developing psychic abilities. Good luck!

I used the World Trees to complete my project in Mundane Studies class in which I was required to map the psychic interactions a certain "normal" person, specifically Mae Louise Cunningham, has unknowingly experienced in her life. The system was surprisingly easy to use, but I unfortunately dropped Mae Louise's receiver stone before I could complete the transaction. It shattered on impact and released a green, shimmering gaseous substance that swirled around the room and made an eerie whistling sound. Before it completely dispersed, I inhaled a portion of the gas and have felt strange and detached ever since the incident.

Normally I wouldn't be concerned, but on occasion it feels like I have no control over my actions, leaving me powerless for moments at a time. Although having visions is nothing new for me, the ones I have been experiencing lately are completely different and seem to carry to meaning; they seem more like foreign memories rather than prophecies or simple hallucinations. Is this just a phase in the development of my psychic ability, or something more?