Journal entry by Lainey Quilholt

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I woke from a dream one morning—maybe it began as a dream, but turned into a nightmare. Anyway, the dream began with me in the back seat of a car with my parents (now dead), driving. I don"t know where we were, or where we wound up, but I had a sense of traveling, much like when we were on that fateful trip in Colorado. The beginning portion I couldn"t remember very well, but the ending I could remember with great clarity. I was in swift water, struggling to keep my head up, trying to get to shore when a dark hand reached down to pull me up to safety. I woke from a dream one morning—maybe it began as a dream, but turned into a nightmare. Anyway, the dream began with me in the back seat of a car with my parents (now dead), driving. I don"t know where we were, or where we wound up, but I ha

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