Saturday, January 6, 2024
Dreams 1/6
Slipped in and out of muddled dreams this morning, most have been forgotten. Recalled last night, for instance, that I'd dreamt that I was coming into the kitchen when Ron told me Mr. Celente was dead. Also dreamt that I bumped a small Kate Bush ink drawing with my shoulder and knocked it off the wall. Ron was annoyed with my clumsiness. Then, that Tim and Ron were in the den. I was sitting in the big stuffed chair and behaving decidedly civil.
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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 ...