Have I dreamed about Mom since she died? What were the dreams?
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Have I dreamed about Mom since she died? What were the dreams?
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Whose: Dorothy Haugen (dream_subject)
| about | - dorothy-haugen |
|---|---|
| date | 2014-02-20 05:10 |
| body | Mom at the sink in the kitchen at the farm, peeling potatoes, with her back to…Mom at the sink in the kitchen at the farm, peeling potatoes, with her back to me. I knew she had died. I was the age I am now, but I had my lunch pail, the red one, and my coat on. She said, without turning round, "You'll miss the bus." I said there was no bus, that I drove now. She said, "Then you'll be late on your own account." The peelings were going into the dishpan in one long piece. I wanted her to turn round and she did not, and I woke up. |
Whose: Dorothy Haugen (dream_subject)
| about | - dorothy-haugen |
|---|---|
| date | 2014-09-13 05:30 |
| body | The telephone in Mom's room at Bethel Ridge was ringing, and I was the one telephoning, and also the one standing in the room listening to it ring. The bed was made. Vi put her head in at the door and said, "She's only gone out to the barn." I said there was no barn there. Vi said, "Well, she took her coat." |
Whose: Dorothy Haugen (dream_subject)
| about | - dorothy-haugen |
|---|---|
| date | 2019-02-19 02:40 |
| body | Rolling lefse in the church basement with a left hand made of wood, jointed, like an artist's model. It worked well enough. Mom was at the next griddle and looked over and said, "That's the wrong hand," and I said it was the only one they had. The rounds came off the board square. |
Whose: Dorothy Haugen (dream_subject)
| about | - dorothy-haugen |
|---|---|
| date | 2022-09-10 03:10 |
| body | Astrid's kitchen, at night. Mom and Grandma Ingeborg were at the table with cof…Astrid's kitchen, at night. Mom and Grandma Ingeborg were at the table with coffee, the same age as each other, about fifty, talking Norwegian quite fast. I stood in the door and understood every word. It was ordinary talk: somebody's cow, the price of something. Mom looked up and said, in Norwegian, that I should sit down, I made the room untidy standing there. I woke and could not bring back one word of it, only that I had understood. |
Whose: Dorothy Haugen (dream_subject)
| about | - dorothy-haugen |
|---|---|
| date | 2024-03-14 05:05 |
| body | I was standing in the door of the library at school and could read every spine in the room from there, clear to the back wall, even the small print. Every title was written by hand, in blue ink, in Mom's writing, the slanted one from her recipe cards. They were not book titles. They were things like "Tuesday" and "the gray coat" and "when Leonard came home." |
| about | - dorothy-haugen - ray |
|---|---|
| date | 2024-10-24 04:25 |
| body | Our back step, in Madison, but Mom was sitting on it, the Mom from the photograph, about thirty, with the dishpan of peas in her lap. She was shelling them and dropping the pods on the grass. I asked what she was doing there. She tipped her head at the kitchen door and said, "He's inside. He's fine. He's looking for his glasses." I went in and the kitchen was the farm kitchen. |
Whose: Ray (dream_subject)
| about | - ray |
|---|---|
| date | 2026-09-05 04:55 |
| body | Our Saviour's, the wedding, and my veil caught on the pew again, but this time…Our Saviour's, the wedding, and my veil caught on the pew again, but this time nobody played the recessional twice; they all simply waited. I turned round to free it. The church was full. Mom and Dad in the front, Lorraine three rows back with a program, Don on the aisle, Gus lying in the vestibule with his chin on his paws. And the grandchildren, all six, at the ages they are now, sitting among them as if that were usual. R. was at the front, twenty-four, with the mustache, and he had the hearing aids in. He tapped his ear to show me that he could hear. I had the veil in my hand. I do not know whether I got it loose. |