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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