Dean turned 13 a few days ago but he had a nightmare last night. I was sleeping and woke up cause he sat up real quick, kinda like a gun had gone off. He’s had nightmares for a long time but this one musta been real bad. He looked real scared. He saw my eyes open and asked if I was awake and I told him that I’d had a nightmare and that’s why I was awake. He looked happy when I said that. I made up a scary story and then he said that he had a dream too that was bad. I’m gonna do that from now on when he’s scared. I’ll tell him that I’m scared so he’ll feel better. He thinks he’s too old to be scared anymore but I have bad dreams too and they can be real scary. I won’t tell Dad about his nightmares and Dean doesn’t tell Dad about mine. Dad wants us to be strong men who don’t get scared so he can be proud of us. Yesterday Dad said that he was proud of us for not waking him up for a while. I’m glad Dean is my brother.