Thursday, August 24, 2023
Dreams 8/24
Really dreadful nightmare last night, was sitting alongside a pink porcelain bathtub full of Betta fish, all colors. Mummy was in the next room. I was talking to her when I glanced down and realized all the water had drained from the tub. I freaked out and acted terribly stupid, scooping up all the fish with my hands and dropping them into plastic bags while I ran around looking for pitchers, bowls, and glasses to put them in, temporarily. The problem was I was trying to treat and purify the water with two different potions from two plastic bottles, and I was not moving fast enough. One went into my great-grandmother's crystal pitcher, a white one, here, a red one, there. A red and black one with a really fancy tail jumped from a bag and lost his fins. This was how it was going for a long while until I gave up and woke myself.
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Picking up Sir Arthur Conan Doyle tomorrow. Very excited. Spent the day at Valley Forge, working on the picture books. Got some fab new doll...

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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 ...