When I was a small child my father remodeled my bedroom walls. It was the late seventies, and paneling was quite the fashion. My parents had chosen a white colored paneling, and I can recall that the etchings of the wood throughout each plank had a hunter green hue. I’m sure it was beautiful, the way [...]
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In my dream I am in my bedroom, just sitting on the bed. As I stare at myself in the dresser mirror, my mind is blank. I’m supposed to be doing something right now, but what? I glance over at the bathroom door and I can see that it is shut. With a fury of [...] I walk into my grandmother’s house. Everything is as it was. The living room to the right from the entryway houses my grandfather’s bed, but I can still see the sofa with the plastic coverings on the seats against the back wall, adjacent to the old gargantuan TV. Encased in wood, it is in [...] Anyone who knows me well is aware that all my life I have had the most vivid, detailed, and often alarming dreams. In my youth I kept a dream diary but stopped after it was becoming more and more clear to me that my subconscious is one that should perhaps, well, stay there. My husband’s [...] |
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