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Monday, October 26, 2009

dreams

I was adopted, and talented in voice. My adopted parents did everything they could to get me into Julliard. It worked. My first day there we are all given instructions "how to find your dorm". The halls are full of lost students. One picks up her violin and starts to play "I could have danced all night." Another violin joins. Then someone starts to sing along. The halls are suddenly full of dancing, singing, playing students like something straight out of a musical.

A 3rd year girl tells me she's seen me before. My dream suddenly becomes mysterious. Could it be a clue as to my past? She takes me through long halls with locked doors. Finally we come upon a library. She finds the book she was looking for. She ruffles through. Among the published short story authors is Teri Duchaine. Only they spelt her name wrong..Duchane.

She doesn't find what she's looking for. She works there, tells me to come back later. I feel a bond with her for some reason.

Flash

I'm in a house. My house. I feel like someone is trying to get to me. I lock the door of the room behind me and find a knife. Suddenly, I notice it's slightly open. I open the door and peek into the hall and I see my teddy bear, trying to walk on his feet. He can only take a few steps then he falls down. I walk up to him and ask him where he is going. He says it's been a long time but it's time for him to return to the store.

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