Dreams 3/30

Dreamt I was teaching, here, in Pennsylvania, with plans to move back down south, again, to North Carolina. My students and colleagues were not happy with my decision. My ex was with me. The school was an enormous high school. My ex and I had reached a circular landing off the stairs. He wore a leather patched poncho and a hat. I was wearing a pink knitted tam cap with a big pom pom. We were much younger. A very tall white boy, at least six- foot- eight, as he dwarfed my ex who was six foot five, with scary eyes, (one was wounded), and dark hair started terrorizing me. My ex kept stepping in front of him. The bully took a swing at me, missed his footing, came down, and hit his forehead, hard on a wooden bench in front of the windows that surrounded the landing. I was looking for somebody to tell, to get help, but all I could find were students, and none seemed helpful. A scared little Mexican, and this guy was way too old to be a student, and very unkempt, in a long green ARMY jacket, came up to my ex, and Paul wanted to know if he had his gun. The Mexican kept saying, "They beat me.". Obviously, he didn't have a gun. Paul handed me a plastic cup of water that he'd already drank from, saying we were going to be there awhile, and couldn't get worms. 

Mexican

Keeping with the theme went to my favorite Mexican place tonight, always a good time. 

Esmerelda

I love my beautiful birthday doll from Ron. 

Dreams 3/28

Couple of odd dreams last night thanks to pinot noir. Let's see what I remember. First, my girlfriend, Tonya, was hosting a doll show in a convention type of hall. Ron was there and didn't want me around a woman, who he said, had poison fingers. Then, I was living in a small sort of apartment or duplex with another woman who was supposedly a close relative. There was a tall guy with dark curly hair that was doing some work on the place, remodeling or construction. Anyways, my relative begrudgingly gave him twenty dollars for lunch. She wasn't happy with him or did not trust him for some reason. Then, he said, "I'll take fourteen",  and left six on the kitchen table. 

Spring Flowers

We've had flowers for a couple weeks, now. There are wild forget-me-nots, bluestars, and bluets. I planted seeds yesterday: sunflowers, butterfly perennials, (free from Birds & Blooms magazine), baby's breath, and basil. I might pick-up some pansies today. Pennsylvania would be wonderful if not for the commies. 

Dreams 3/27

This odd dream began in a big old school. I think it was for boys. I was in the cafeteria, and there were all sorts of seed packets for sale on a metal rack in the line. Some of the packets were regular sized, but others were smaller. There were lovely little paintings on them: red birds, landscapes, and churches instead of the normal flower photographs. I had a tiny packet with cardinals in my hand, but put them back. I was light on money. Then, I found myself on a stairway, on the way to the restrooms. I hurried out when I realized I was in the boys room. Then, I went to work. I had my old blue car, Mr. Rourke, but he was different. I parked him in a parking garage. When I came out from working in a grocery store, all of our cars were gone. My boss said they were stacked on a car carrier, and I had to pay fifteen dollars to unload him. I said I only had some change, and he told me to scrape for it. When I finally got Mr. Rourke, he was very different. He had a big black phantom horse with him who would not cooperate. I was trying to coax him, and he wasn't happy. 

Dreams 3/26

Dreamt Ron, Shiner, and I were walking in the woods around a covered bridge. I made a turn and got lost. There was a long moss covered restroom with eaves, inside, the stalls were empty: no toilets. I was calling for Shiner as if he was the lost one. 

Chick Habit

Barnabas & the Witch Dolls

Oh, my ghoul, I feel better already, how hexciting... 

 

Dreams 3/24

My dream began in damp country woods, it was autumn. There were crunchy colored leaves spread on the ground. Ron was at a big old brick barbecue cooking clams and scallops in two old pots. I was miffed as he said we were leaving for a trip the next morning, and he had just sprung this on me. I tip toed through a clearing filled with animal droppings from deer and rabbits. There were huge stripey snakes all over the forest floor. They looked slimy. I stepped on one. There was a holy man that called himself a viscount with Ron. He was dressed in white robes with a conical orthodox looking cap. There was a gold medallion around his neck, and he had a staff. His hair was long and white, and if he was wasn't all white he might've been a dead ringer for Saint Patrick, so I asked, jokingly if he could rid us of the snakes. He said, no. I went into the trailer where we lived and became a little more upset with Ron as there was a huge party going on that I was not aware of. My class president from high school was there, and I was thinking, gag me, as I never cared for him. Everybody else thought he was adorable, but he was obnoxious. He and I were at a little table when he presented me with a plastic box, like the kind you keep flies in, with little compartments, full of different beads in different colors. He said if I preferred the natural type, he'd brought me, these: an assortment of little crystals. I thanked him and had a tangerine quartz in my hand. I proceeded throughout the back of the trailer, getting more and more put-out with Ron as there were lots of rooms back there that I knew nothing about, and they were filthy with old spattered food and such that I felt very embarrassed about my guests thinking I was a slob. What was worse is that I was calculating all the dolls I could have bought to fill these rooms if I had only known about them.  

Dreams 3/23

Dreamt I was working with the stripper guy from Bad Mom's Christmas. We weren't stripping, rather, working at The Italian Oven. It must've been after hours as we were having a sort of meeting or session with a nun in full habit. The three of us were on metal folding chairs. The stripper guy told the nun that he used to be a nun, too. When I got out of that meeting I could hardly wait to party with my old boss, John, from The Italian Oven. I walked to the top of a set of bleachers. Don't know why we were partying in an old dark gym. John wasn't there, yet, and I was already drinking with my friend Matt, from kindergarten. We were drinking some sort of cocktails when John showed up with red wine. I told him about the stripper being a nun and we were laughing. I said I thought he meant a monk. 

Flowers Cover Your Eyes

Watching Midsommar. So inspired, can hardly wait for Beltane. 

The Honeymooners FULL EPISODES

Dreams 3/19

Dreamt I was in the back seat of an old car. I was painting my nails sky blue. The dream was so realistic that I was afraid I'd smudge my nails in bed with my blanket. There was an older woman driving, she had an old sixties style hair do. A younger girl with sandy hair was in the front passenger seat. When we got where we were going I hitched a ride with Linda Hamilton, aka Sarah Connor. She had a robin's egg blue Chevy Nova that needed a new muffler. She was younger, in her thirties, I'd say, with a short bobbed hair cut. We seemed to be on the run. 

Les cent pas

Dreams 3/17

Dreamt I was at a fashion academy. I was sitting in an auditorium watching the head instructor who looked suspiciously like Prince. He had two girls on stage with him. The one was unremarkable, but the other was dressed as the goddess America, according to head master Prince. She looked like a cockroach. The dress was brown and flapper meets armadillo. The armadillo won. It had layers of what looked like big scales and a little matching cap formed out of two scales. Next, Prince had a good looking Latino boy who must've been dressed like a conquistador. That was until Prince got to him and made him more like the Hawaiian King Kamehameha. Apparently Rico Suave could not stand up in his current garments, however, as by the time the dream ended he was on the floor of the stage, sliding around like a fish out of water, trying to stand back up. Prince was no help. He seemed angered that Rico could not wear his fashion. 

Mummy's Dolls

When I was a child I knew my mother's dolls were behind a wall in her old room at my grandmother's. How I used to imagine what they'd be like. When I was in high-school my grandfather passed away, and the wallpaper came down. There were loads of dolls from the forties and fifties, but most of them fell to bits. There was a leather cowgirl, she was the only other big doll besides the Ideal Bride, here, and Toni, who I also have. My brother brought the bride and Toni out to me last Christmas. Toni is looking good, but the bride was a mess that most would just toss her out. She was in pieces, and her head was full of cracks. These dolls are what they called celluloid, but they're really just hard paper pulp like paper mache, imagine a hollow chocolate Easter bunny versus a solid one. That's the difference between these dolls and a wooden doll like a Shoenhut. I'd restrung and cleaned up both the bride and Toni when I was a junior in high-school. When I was in my twenties I discovered how fragile these dolls really were when the bride fell forward and hit her face. It was full of cracks. So, this is her second face lift. She actually looks better this time. Shows what time and love can do. The first time I painted her and finished her with an antique medium. The cracks were fixed, but she was matte and you could see the brushstrokes, so she looked amateur and unoriginal. This time, I tried to keep her as original as possible, considering her circumstances, which weren't good. When Glenn brought her to me, originally I had tried to sand her face to refinish her, which didn't help out with her cracks at all. So, first, I filled all of her cracks, inside and out with Super Glue Fix All Adhesive. Then, and this is key, I found COLOR SHOT Skinny Dip Satin paint + primer spray paint. She was already apart, and I took her out on the back porch on a foil covered old cookie sheet and gave her body two coats, each side, flipping her, allowing her to dry between each coat. I covered her eyes with paper tape and gave her head three coats each side, although the back of her head is covered with her original wig. Then, her body got two more coats of satin finish, her head got three. I painted and made up her face lightly with make up and tried to rub out most of the imperfections with my fingers and a polishing cloth. I also used a toothpick to perfect my mistakes, and some cotton swabs with the same paint and satin finish. Although Mummy had plenty of Nancy Anne Storybook dolls, too, those had fallen to bits. My friend had sent me a box of dolls she'd won, and this was one of them. I thought she was a lot worse off than she was. Really, she just needed cleaned up and a new wig. She's The Queen of Hearts and will be sweet for Valentine's Day. I washed her gown in cool water and Woolite and dried it between paper towels. It only needed a snap sewn on the back. I wiped her off and touched up her chipped shoes with a Sharpie. Her wig is wool and glued on. 

Spellbreaker Secret Of The Leprechauns (Leapin' Leprechauns 2)

Leapin' Leprechauns! (1995) (Sequel in video information!)

Soothing Irish Music with Beautiful Scenery of Ireland | Peaceful Celtic...

Lucky Shake

My Lucky Shake rocks, it's got:

Baileys 

Mint chocolate chip ice cream

2% milk 

Crush Ice

Shaken

Peppermint Whipped Cream

Green sprinkle sugar, like for cupcakes

Leprechaun

A New Irish Blessing

May the sun warm your heart,

and the moon touch your soul.

Let the clover greet your feet,

and the politicians fall in a hole. 

May the breeze blow gently, 

and the waters run cool.

Let the fires emblazon your wits,

so you may never suffer a fool. 

Dana Lee 

 

Dreams 3/15: Nearly Forgotten

Nearly forgot another dream I had last night, but while I was looking for a picture for a friend, I was reminded when I came upon my wonderful chalcedony heart. There used to be a magical pile of boulders with iron, blue, and green quartz just across the street. If I could not fall asleep at night, I'd imagine myself going under the rocks, sometimes Mummy would lead me. They dug them up last spring to put in a condo and pond. I found this and other things in a deep puddle beneath where the stones had been. I also found some fossilized mussels, shells, and coral. This used to be an inland sea. You can tell if you look closely at the  fronds on the pines as they resemble living coral. There was also what looked to be decaying leather, to me, some of it fossilized, and petrified plants and trees. I like to think it was a magical amulet put over the heart of a fallen princess. I should polish it up, gently, as I dreamt I was staring down into a glass display case filled with crystals. A woman in a blue robe with long curly brown hair was standing behind it. In the bottom was a chalcedony, similar to mine, only not so nice or magical. It was, however, polished and sparkling, and I was telling the lady about mine. 

 

Turkey Tail Mushrooms

Watching Fabulous Fungi on Net-flicks I saw how a woman in her eighties attributed her breast cancer survival to turkey tail mushrooms. There were a load growing behind The Little Witches House in the woodpile on a log. I learned online to remove them with a sharp knife, and dry them. It wasn't easy to remove them, and my hand was sore, but it seemed to benefit my hands which are prone to blisters and rashes. I gathered them in a brown bag. I did not have a spare screen lying around to dry them on, so put them in a colander near a sunny window, stirring them with a wooden spoon a couple of times a day. They were dry within a few days. I ground them in the blender, and put them in a big jam jar. I sent these across the country to a friend. I'd left some of the mushrooms, I'd taken, hoping they would grow back, but I guess it got cold, and they didn't. The next month I went out to look, I only got a little bit, not worth sending. I'd treated them the same way and got enough to fill the bottom of a mustard jar. I decided to try them, as I've been sick, and they supposedly support immunity, while cleaning the liver. It sort of makes sense when you consider how they grow on dying trees. I added a spoonful to some mushroom pho. I did not heat them, as I was concerned about affecting their medicinal properties, so I added them, last, to the hot soup. I was surprised that they were tasteless. They were like eating pebbles, though, and I found that I could not swallow the bigger bits. This is how you do it: put them in a tea strainer and seep them for two minutes in hot soup. I left the strainer in my soup until I finished to take full advantage. It was very good. 

Dreams 3/16

My dream began at a large gathering, like a wedding. There were thousands of people sitting outside in the bright sunlight on the ground, in formation, waiting for the meal. They had brought out a sort of wooden picnic bench for me and a couple of others to sit on. They were waiting for me. Then, we were at a complex of sorts, it was rather old-fashioned with a courtyard. I'd say it was Greek meets Victoriana as there was marble but it was pretty dark and cluttered. I had a long haired cat that was clinging to my neck. I'd upset somebody important it seemed and was on the run with my cat through the courtyard. A white man in a suit was neck to neck with me and shot his pistol at close range, no idea how he missed me, or how I lost him. I hid beneath a pine tree and waited a bit. Then, a young woman came out of her marble temple of a house and motioned me in. She had dark up-swept hair and was wearing long flowing robes in a pink and white cherry print. She said the same thing had happened to her and opened a broom closet under the stairs in the front hall that led to another part of the house. I was at another sort of meeting, only this time, smaller, and enclosed. An Elijah Wood look-a-like seemed to be the VIP this time. I still had my cat. I told Elijah that she had a tendency of pouncing on mens' heads, tearing at their scalps, and clawing their eyes out. He seemed pleased. I told him I had to pee. The bathroom was another story and I had to wait with Elijah to get in. I guess my cat had slipped away because before the blonde girl came from the bathroom, I was kissing Elijah. We were sitting on the floor like Indians. Once I was in the bathroom, and I use the term real loosely, Elijah was still waiting at the door, frantic, that I would "pee on Bach". The "toilet" was a big bin full of river rocks. You had to hover over it, on a red felted wrought iron music stand to pee. It wouldn't have worked, but I really had to pee. The room was small, cracked wood, unkempt, and dark. When I was done the dream seemed to become a different world as I was now living in a dark apartment across town from my best friend, Theresa, and her son, Thomas. I lived at the top of a small but steep hill. My bedroom was big and dark, there was a very big bed but little else. Theresa wanted me to move in with her. I sure dream about bathrooms and cats a lot. 

The Ant Hill

 The Ant Hill

Posted on July 12, 2012 at 10:35 PM

The rose wall is crumbled,

the fog had seeped in,

the mound is a skirmish,

the drones and their kin.

The queen, she is fat,

gorged by her fans,

the crowd, mindless,

tunnels through sand.

The temple is fragile,

swollen, and shifting,

doomed, a swift kick,

sends them all drifting.

Dana Lee

Love & Ants

There are sweet ants creeping into the hall from the garage. Told Ron, I'd already fought these in a hundred-year-old house in Oakland, eventually winning by jamming my used coffee grinds down through the jambs in the floor, but there's no telling him. They nest in concrete, that's how I know where they're coming from. In Oakland it was from an old concrete utility closet along the brick driveway. There's some kind of acid in the coffee grinds that is repellent to them, where those store bought ant traps attract and aren't safe for pets. Anyways, Ron moved a bunch of stuff like he does when he becomes obsessed, including Mary Queen of Scots and her fourth husband, Matt Magical. He moved them to the chair, and I happened to capture them this morning. Look how happy she is, even in her dusty gown. 

Dreams 3/14

Couple more humdingers courtesy of My Pillow and a large margarita. First, I dreamt I was here in my bedroom with the dolls. I had a large clown doll, about two feet long, with a porcelain head and hands. He had a baggy blue and white spotty suit. I'd hung him in the corner of the door. When I tried to shut the door, which was painted impressionistic in drippy running woodland oils with a tragic woman's face in the middle, it would not close, so I continuously tried to force it. The facade of the door along with the painting split and split, but I kept at it until I realized the clown's hand was caught in the jamb and broken. I was pretty bummed about that, more with the doll's hand than the split door. 

The next dream was a lot longer and worse. I was working with a tall dark haired woman in what seemed to be some kind of expansive cellar. Then, all the other employees, maybe twenty, appeared to be on the run from something. We were lined up against a damp stone wall, and the dark haired woman was rubbing against me, only she was a man. Somehow, the master of the place was speaking to us, perhaps it was an intercom, because I don't remember seeing him, but he was saying that most were blue eyed ghosts, but there were a few green eyed demons among us. Then, most of their irises took over their eyes, and they became totally milky electric blue. But, there was another, young dark haired girl, whose eyes were bright spring green, and the trannie's dark eyes went green, too. My eyes are green. Then, we took off, running, through what seemed to be an underground concrete tunnel. Ahead of me a man crept into a window, that was only half open, into the kitchen of a dark old Victorian house. There was a little woman, there, with blonde up swept hair, as well as her son. She was baking something, cutting out pieces of flour. Somebody, and I can't be certain who, got their throat slit, so I turned around instead of entering the house. Don't know how I emerged from the tunnels, but I did, into an old cemetery full of fantastic marble statues. The rest of the crew, blue eyed, and the trannie, were already there. I was moving through and over the immense statues that were much bigger than any ordinary statues. There were roses and medallions that were half as big as me, for scale. Giant lions and other figures met together, but a big man with flowing hair and outstretched arms dominated the place. I was still trying to escape the trannie, moving over the marble, as it was trying to bite me when I woke. 

Virgil's Garden

 Virgil's Garden

Beyond the gate lies

Virgil's Garden.

There Ladies slip into

Slippers when the

Bluebells chime.

Black-Eyed Susan dozes,

forgetting the Thyme.

Jack leaps from his Pulpit,

while the Dutchman

pulls on his breeches.

Sweet Joe Pye Weed smiles;

the Bitter-Root screeches.

Handsome Helenium

woos the Lady with the

Tresses.

Fairy Lilies dance wearing

white dresses.

Virgil slides along the

soil and loam;

upon his back he carries

his home.

Dana Lee

Virgil's Garden

Moonshine

Moonshine

Take the wrought iron gate through the moonlight pass,

wander through the primrose, foxglove, and dreams of sassafras.

Lost in the woods you'll find the hollow hill,

there the Good Folk are waiting, still.

Knock three times three upon the barred oaken door,

a starry maid in a green mantle will lead you down to the core.

When you hear the piper calling through the dark cave,

they will all appear to you, a revelous, riotous, rave.

Then they will offer their wisdom, a cup of gold,

a rare wine of dandelion, elderberries, and herbs untold.

But, lo, do not drink unless you care to stay,

for there is no end to this spirit, the moonshine of the fae.

Dana Lee

Moonshine

 

Dreams 3/12

Dreamt that Ron and I got married on a boat. There was more to it, like, I think, Daddy, dancing, and a buffet, but I can't really recall a lot of details. If I get up after a dream and go back to sleep without writing it down or telling somebody about it, it's usually lost. 

Dreams 3/10

Dreamt I was in a familiar place, but nothing was what it seemed. It was either Gettysburg, New Orleans, or Savannah, I think, in that order. I was walking to a party, on my way to a big white house that I knew well. It was a costume party, and I was dressed in black with a cape, wig, and make-up. What's more, I had a matching doll, dressed just like me. She was a big boudoir type of doll. Some man stopped me along the way, but I can't recall what he wanted. By the time I'd gotten to the house everything seemed different, so I thought I was lost. It was my friend Yvette's house, the blonde English lady from Most Haunted. No, I don't know her, but we were apparently friends in the dream. I went in the house and was assured that I'd come to the right place. The dining room was sparse, bare wood, much like a country farm house. It was not decorated. I sat down at one end of the table and was talking to someone. The place was filling up, and I went to the other end of the table, leaving my doll behind. My friend, Darcy, came in, and I was reminded that I had to get back to my own house, so hurried away, leaving my doll behind. When I got home all my stuff was piled up in the parlor as I was moving. There were a lot of people there. The reason I'd come home was to pick up a bright green briefcase that was on a heap along with my other belongings. It contained my jewelry, and I was afraid it could get stolen, so I grabbed it and left. Then, I was on my way to another party. Seemed like old times. This house was a red brick, and my friends, Denise and DJ, from school lived there. I also had cousins, David and Denise. Anyways, their party was really hopping, spilling out the door. Some guy commented on my wig saying it was made out of chicken legs. I saw DJ and asked him if I could hide my briefcase, there, and he said I could. 

Manitowak

Manitowak

He might have sprung from dream:

golden head, the ram, not what he seemed.

Great, he emanated a powerful shine,

enlightening my despair; I thought him divine.

Anthropomorphic, he appeared,

robed in an illuminated garland pattern, entwined:

three sisters: maize, squash, and beans,

serpents, and trees,

and dangling ornament: wampum, nuts, and seeds.

Awe struck, he grew, changed, ascending

through the cosmic heavens, time, pending.

I rolled over, my chrysalis, maybe in fear,

I thought myself evil, I might have been blessed,

for this is what he communicated

from his blazen chest:

He had risen from the ahchu,

come from the hill,

older than ancient, and older, still.

He was visiting from The Underworld,

blown in by the wind,

to appease The Lenape,

consecrate the sin.

They slept in the mound of earth

behind the seed mill,

where the blackbirds gather to watch.

Their coffins are dry roots,

Sumac and such.

The sepulcher is empty,

gathering dust,

but the cairn is not deserted,

the strong shades hunt at dusk.

The Metinuak had known him,

so long ago,

when man respected nature and lived by the bow.

Now the spring had run dry, exhausted,

and needed fed,

if not by magic teeth and mythic toads,

then by willing victims, sleeping in their beds.

He came if called, still sullen, stoic,

he came here to reap.

He joined in the harvest, slash, and burn.

He must've been curious, or sensitive: deep,

for he spared me a slaying, and I settled to sleep.

I was haunted by his vision,

drowning in guilt,

I felt I'd been lassoed and

buried in silt.

I reasoned him demonic, going on what I knew,

deceptive, fraudulent,

my suspicion grew.

I believed him from another dimension,

beyond the sun and stars.

I imagined him meeting Hercules,

Min, from Mars.

He had been dashing, but it was those horns.

I figured him from Lucifer and fired my scorn.

Still, he'd creep into my painting,

he flooded my thought.

I made him a doll,

I thought I should not.

The doll, named, Ram I Am, is crafted of clay,

and I began to find him within my own psyche that day.

It became a wonder, I started to look,

rooting through archives, I read every book.

I found him six times in Egypt,

in a cave in Crete.

He is ritualized in Exodus, Leviticus, too,

Celtic chief of The Underworld,

sophisticated,

nothing new.

He is of spirit: life force, sacred to some.

The Grandfather, guardian,

passion of love.

His blood is holy

and blesses the home.

He rules from his mountain zone.

Far from my enemy, he is Netap,

happy friend.

He was here in the beginning

and will burn through the end.

Dana Lee

Manitowak