March 3, 1990 | Age 12 | Tacoma
Dear Diary,
Last night I had a dream in which I spent the night at Andrea's house. Her mum was kind and intelligent, & father was a quiet man, wasn't mean, just kept busy, work was his life.
Where we slept (upstairs) was pink & had slanted walls. There were many white doors, all different sizes, in the walls. I had to find one that led to Andrea's room.
Now, doesn't that remind you of Alice in Wonderland?
I'll end it there, 'cause the rest will be forever in my mind (plus I have to go brush my teeth and meditate)
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I can't believe how fast I'm filling up this thing!
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