Dreamt that I was standing in Mummy's living room peeking out from the curtains, it was still dark. A young blonde boy at a bus stop was looking over his shoulder at me. Somehow the kids had turned the bus driver against me, and she left without me. Mummy didn't really want to drive me to school.
Dreams 7/13
7/13 Couple of dreams this morning in spite of the native DRUMS that bang out the same beat every Saturday: I awoke with my head bangi...

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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 ...