La Grande Dreams

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

Quite frequently in my dreams I go back to my old home in La Grande, Or. There, even if I have never seen it before, it is familiar.

I can't really feel pain, but I imagine I do. Usually in this type of dream the only time I really feel pain is when walking outside. There are always brambles and thorns. I am always barefoot.

Instead of pain, I get another udiscibable [sic] sensation. It sort of feels like, simply, something is on my feet. But in my dreams, that is pain.

There is a woman I see a lot in La Grande dreams. Like many other things though I have never seen her before she is familiar. This woman usually apears [sic] when I am walking the tiny strip, between (what's in real life) where Mable, our kind-hearted neighbor, lived.

In tonight's dream, behind the house I met a woman somehow called 'Mrs. Hen.' And like always, she had a shovel and spade in her hand. She was largely built, and somehow familiar. She came over to the fence and began talking. It still confuses me how I know all this stuff that I've never seen before?

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