Sunday, August 2, 2026

Dreams 8/2

  Ding dong, the dreaming’s back! The dreaming, dreaming, dreaming’s back! Ding dong, the dreaming’s back again! I think it is because I’m down from five days a week to three for summer. I’m having a good time. I’ll likely be back to five days a week come fall. 

  I drank a chocolate milkshake in my first dream, it was filling. It gave me the energy for the second. 

  My dreams have been taking place at markets and fairs, and this was no different, it was a holiday fair. It began with a round table covered with a red tablecloth. I was selling comic books. A little girl with a sandy bobbed haircut was interested in one with a red back cover; she called it her favorite. Then I was taking down beautiful sprays of fir wreaths from the wall and commenting on how Mummy would love them. There was a little quince stuffed ornament. I was shocked to turn over the red stamped price tag to discover that it was $29.95. I hung it by the counter. My ex was there. Also, the fat dream woman, that he had kissed which broke us up, was with her husband. As far as I know they don’t exist. There were big stuffed colorful scarecrows, man and wife, in a cardboard box on the ground outside, beneath a tent. Alex was busy organizing a train of little kids, all dressed up for Christmas, they rode tricycles, wagons, and the like. He called me over to help. I woke up with the same little girl from the start. She asked me to sign her favorite comic, the “one with the pillow”. I thought it was gone, but it was still there.

 Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

  I wasted another couple of hours trying to resurrect Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of The Dream Hog. I'm about to give up but not quite. 


Thursday, July 30, 2026

Snitches & Stitches


Chitter chatter, 
the best of friends,
one walks away,
the act ends.

She is lazy.
She is sly.
"He's, her slave."
Don't ask me why. 

She takes advantage,
hostile and mean.
"He needs some balls",
running when she calls.

Bossy,
bossy,
usurious, and cruel,
go along,
play her fool. 

Squealing snitches, 
little pigs, 
tittle-tattle, 
get her digs. 

"She yelled at me!"
Mother never slapped her,
you can tell.
A rat, I smell. 

Daddy told me,
"If they're talking shit, don't think they aren't talking about you."
No doubt, 
that's true. 

Hear no evil.
See no evil.
Speak no evil. 
Still, there might be a dagger in my smile.
Cut-
They better watch out.
I will sew their dolls' mouths shut. 

 

Dreams 8/2

  Ding dong, the dreaming’s back! The dreaming, dreaming, dreaming’s back! Ding dong, the dreaming’s back again! I think it is because I’m d...