I notice that my nightmares always revolve around Utah. That's usually the setting where they take place. I think it's part of the PTSD. That's where a lot of it happened. I've noticed that in the dreams, I'm a lot safer if it takes place at grandma's house, whereas the big brown house on Navajo is where the worst nightmares occur. It's interesting.
I got an audio CD of my grandma telling about her life. It's kind of bittersweet. I get to hear her voice again. I get to hear about her life. I get to hear her tell me stories. But it makes me miss her even more.
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