Here in this Diary…
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Lately I’ve been dreaming about my old house, a town house in the nice part of town. In every dream, after something happens, I end up there. It’s always the same: nighttime, cool and airy. For some reason whenever I go in it’s oddly peaceful and quiet and really calm. I remember when we found out we were getting out of the house my brothers and I were really, unbelievably happy. Now I sort of miss it. The dreams lead me back to there. The latest dream that I had was me and this boy I know walking by it in the summer, with the sun up and a nice river nearby (although there was no river in the town-house community). He asked me about the house and I said “this is my…” and I was about to say “this is my house” but I changed it last minute and said it was nothing. We continued on our way.
We are moving soon, from the house we live in now, probably at the end of the month. Maybe it’s possible that I keep dreaming about my old house because when we moved from it, it was summer and it’s almost summer now. Maybe I keep reliving the old move. Whatever it is, my dreams are causing me to miss my old house…I wonder if it’s a sign, if the dreams are pointing to my old house for some reason?
