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Dolly Parton

It has happened several times since we've lived here on the farm. I awaken to find myself running down the hall or sitting up in bed terrified and repeating, "Help me, Jesus!" Once when this happened, my youngest stood there beside the bed whispering, "Mom...we don't have any animals that are penned up and not fed. Are you okay ?"  Funny how your worst fears play out in your dreams. One of my worst farming fears - completely unfounded as it has never happened - is that I will forget to water and feed an animal being kept in a stall in the barn. I couldn't tell you what the psychoanalysis of these nightmares could possibly mean, I just know that I've never had dreams cause me to run down the hall or sit up in bed with my heart racing, except for these.  The feeling of relief that washes over me, once I realize all of the animals have indeed been fed and watered, is as strong as the fear. Th e relief that follows is like a drug. I think relief is the f

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