Sunday, December 18, 2022
Dreams 12/18
Dreamt that I was talking to a boy who I related this story to. In the dream it was true. I told him my Dad had a bad heart and passed away and was buried. He still showed up for my wedding, and Mummy saw him burrow back into his grave from the window the next day. Mummy was living in a big white Victorian house.
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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture...
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Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...