Dream House


I dreamed that I was at Ivy street. It was night and me, Chris, Marcia and Mom were in the living room/dining room. It was dark outside and warm and safe inside. Mom was cutting out a pattern for a red dress on the dining room table. Me, Chris, and Marcia were talking and watching t.v.

Suddenly I remember. "Mom," I shout, "why are we at Grandma's house? You don't live here you live on Rumsey."



"Well," she said, "you were talking about it so much and no one was living here so I just moved in."

"Oh no! Mom you can't do that!"

She goes on cutting and I'm running through the kitchen door out to the steps down to the driveway. Lo and behold a moving van and many cars. There are people waiting to move in.

I rush to them pleading, "It's just that my grandfather built this house with his own hands. And I dream about it all the time so my mom decided we should move in. I'll get everything out of here, don't worry."

They were not happy. I thought we were going to be arrested. They were blocking the driveway so we couldn't get out.

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