When I was in high school, I volunteered as a historically colonial garbed farmhand at a place called Longstreet Farm in New Jersey. I loved it, even though it was often hot, dirty, and smelly. There was an old family home on the grounds that had been there since the 1800s, and I was infatuated with its history.

I haven't been there in so long, but it did dominate most of my summers. Wonder why it popped into my dreams lately...

April 22
Last night, or this morning, I had a dream that I was at Longstreet Farm with a little wagon or defunct lawnmower...it was fire engine red. They were setting up two concert stands. I was walking with my nice shoes and tights, and saw that other girls were wearing their pantyhose as well, some with no shoes. I was afraid of getting them dirty. I was wearing my coat, so hoped I would be taken for a worker since I still had my long farm skirt on. I found that there was a harmonica stuck up my sleeve, and I pulled it out but was afraid to play it, as I would draw attention or make people afraid of what I was carrying. I thought about the notes I would play in my mind and fingered the holes, which seemed to be emitting music on their own - I played rather well. I stopped dragging the lawnmower/wagon after I realized it was turning up grass. It had a shoulder strap so I carried it instead.

When I came back to the farmhouse (which was now my house transplanted on the land), I yelled at this platinum blonde haired girl for being mean to my sister. I went into the house, still with wooden planks, and saw the staircase was in the kitchen instead of the living room (other than that, it looked just like my real house before our addition). But it led to a closed ceiling, and I was disappointed because I wanted to go up and see my room.

Also, we passed by my aunt's house on the corner (which has been in many of my passed dreams), and it was being demolished. We were all sad to see it go.

Labels: family, farm, home, house, lawnmower, wagon

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I had to repeat these dreams to myself multiple times this morning in the shower to keep from them slipping away from my memory. They kept flickering in and out of my mind. Luckily, I had the bright idea to write down keywords to help me keep them in mind for when I actually wrote them down.

I had three different ones last night/this morning!

March 12, 2010
- On Harmony Rd with Ryan and others talking about an alien encounter; also saw an injured fox crossing the road; met with my aunt and uncle on Salisbury, waiting for my parents to join us (was Harrison Ford here again?)

- Went to a party that my cousin was throwing for a friend int his warehouse looking beer joint in NJ; however, first the phone caught on fire, then someone tried to cook something and the stove went on fire. we pulled the fire alarm, and we all fled; i had my yellow leather purse and almost took one that looked just like it. outside looked like my old neighborhood behind us on Ravatt Rd; the people I was with disappeared underground. Suddenly I was a entrapped by an inner GPS system that would only let me look at things from above. I was in a car trying to get home, but it kept picking me up and dropping me into odd roads. It places me in the middle of nowhere and I had to hold my breath and go underwater, to see my neighborhood amidst watery muck as I tried to navigate through it before I lost my breath.

- Ryan and I were on the Q subway; a guy sat next to me and we were fighting as he was saying that I was taking up to much room; we were watching a movie with gratuitous violence...Sarah Silverman locked in a house while a killer tried axing his way though...she was clutching a stuffed bunny and hiding under the floorboards; then we saw the outside where the police were, and some crazy woman came out with a chainsaw and sliced halfway through a guy's head; fake looking red clear guts came out; later I realized this was a Tarantino movie .

Labels: animals, chainsaw, childhood, film, fire, fox, harrison ford, home, murder, Sarah Silverman, Tarantino, underwater

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