Dreams 9/29

   I slept all day and woke up thinking it was morning. I have forgotten the first dream which might've taken place in a swamp. I remember at least half of the second, and it's a real humdinger, worthy of Fanging with Claude. 

  I believe it took place in a bright colorful New Orleans casino. My tour guide was none other than Marie Laveau, a light skinned black woman with a buzz cut. There was all sorts of candy for sale including big gum drop crowns that were about a foot tall and an inch thick. They came encased in plastic on a cardboard card in yellow, green, or purple. There were candy skeletons too, all laid out on a table. There was a black man who reminded me of Samuel L. Jackson dressed in an expensive suit. He was accompanied by another man. They were stalking me, maybe; I have forgotten some of the details. They went downstairs to a purple sunken rectangular pool. I could see them from a stainless steel balcony. There was an inanimate black man resting at the bottom of the pool. I bought a candy skeleton with a top hat. He had colorful garlands around his neck and came in a long cardboard box. He was about nine inches long. I went back to the balcony and gazed down at the two men that had their hands upon the swirling waters of the pool. I intentionally dropped the skeleton into the pool which caused a sort of stir and pop. Marie grabbed me, she was very happy. "Good! Three at once," she said. I went upstairs. The walls were painted beige and white with niches like a church for shrines. I climbed into a sort of dumbwaiter. The swing doors were lined with latches. I managed to lock two or three and was sitting crouched when I started my descent. The doors became lit, lime green, and I could see the silhouettes of angry little naked green demons with pointed ears and fangs flying at the doors like insects. There must've been  nine of them. I wasn't scared and hexed them. I said something about my green eyes blazing through them. I looked to my right and there was a blonde girl selling candy. I remembered Marie telling me the yellow crowns were lucky. There was a long shelf with all of the candy. I asked the girl for a gold crown. She seemed hesitant at first as if she could not differentiate between the colors. Finally, she handed me the yellow one. I opened it and stuck it on my head. It was only flat and one-dimensional, so I had to hold it in place. Now, Marie opened the door on my hatch. She was very pleased. I saw my old college roommate, Kelly. She was dressed in white short shorts with a matching bolero jacket and yellow and white feather boa. Her hair was very long and she wore sunglasses. She looked great, stunning. She wore white platform shoes, the heels lit up yellow like a traffic light as she walked down a carpeted hallway towards an elevator. She made a right and sat down on a nightstand that was piled high with mementos like pictures, books, and other things we gather through life. She crossed her legs and smiled at me. Marie sat me down next to her on my own nightstand. A few pictures and papers in, I could discern my mural from my first trip to New Orleans. The Voo-doo priestess who whispered in my ear that I could dance was there, shaking her finger at me with a mischievous smile. We were being auctioned off. A drag queen in a tight red sequined gown, a platinum wig, and scarlet lipstick was drinking champagne and laughed. A big lesbo with a dark buzz cut bought me. She was dressed like a goth, her clothes were too small. She asked if I'd be her friend. Then, a gorgeous blonde, dressed in a silver cropped top and shorts set with wedged matching sandals and a headpiece grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into another different sort of dumbwaiter/elevator. It had glass egg like sides, we were going down, sitting, again. She had her long leg pulled up under her and her right leg was bent at the knee in a model like position.  I told her I wasn’t a lesbo. She laughed and said she wasn’t either. We arrived at another candy stand, and I got a red gumdrop bar that had a small square of goo in the upper right hand corner that I began to suck. Marie was back and she said, "That's right, suck! She's going to be a very powerful Voo-doo princess!" I forced myself to wake so as not to forget. 

Dreams 9/28

   Cannot recall much from most of the dream except for the end. I was teaching, and it was the last day of school. For some reason I did not have a way home, and an old student of mine, Rick, was more than happy to give me a lift. 

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 In 1732 Conrad Beissel founded Ephrata Cloister, now twenty-eight acres right off of West Main Street in Lancaster County, Ephrata, Pennsylvania. Beissel was a hermit seeking religious freedom and believed in the Second Coming which he thought would lead to a spiritual oneness with God. 

  The cloister served as a Revolutionary War hospital tending to two-hundred-and-sixty soldiers some of whom rest in nearby Mount Zion Cemetery, which has just been placed at the top of my to-do list. 

  Conrad Beissel passed away on July 6, 1768 at the age of seventy-eight. The community never quite recovered. The last chaste member died in 1813, they are buried in a peaceful cemetery on the grounds. It became a Baptist church afterwards until 1934. In 1941 the Pennsylvania Historic Museum Commission assumed responsibility and you can tour the grounds and shop at the museum shop which is loaded with charming homemade local crafts and music. I got some paper dolls and an owl finger puppet who I’ve named Conrad. He will become a wise hymnast in my current doll soap O, My Ra!  

 

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Ron got some homemade lemon chocolate. It’s good. I got a couple of fraktur choral manuscript postcards too. Afterwards we ate at The Lincoln House. I had a vegetable bowl and an apple pear sangria, very nice. They have an Apple Dumpling Festival in the Autumn and a Christmas concert. We’ll be back, and I’ll probably pick up a cd and more. They sell the redware dishes like we got from Cornwall Furnace for the dollhouses, same artist I’m sure. My paper dolls are Pennsyvania German 1765-1800 by Jan Wood Zimmerman, 1988. The cloister is worth a visit for the shop alone. 

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Dreams 9/25

   I've forgotten my first dream, but the second starred Cabala Embarrass. She was at a space telescope, at least that's what I think it was. She was really loud, bossy, and laughing. Then, I saw her tombstone. A child had scrawled MOTHER over it with red and black crayons. 

Dreams 9/25

 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, I dreamed I worked in a lab where a little Dachshund was born without any limbs. There was also the leg, just the calf and foot dressed in men's trousers, or is it trouser, a sock, and a leather forties style shoe that had been shined. Both were moving their way across the floor. My heart went out to the dog, the leg not so much. 

  Then I was living with Mummy and Daddy in a spacious apartment with a high ceiling surrounded by windows. It seemed to be on the right hand side of the building like my old room. It felt like an old building in an old town. The walls were white. A delivery came that seemed like a ton of mail. First, there were my poetry books that I had self published. There were two portfolio sized paperback books wrapped in red and green tissue paper. Unwrapping the green one led to another small book also wrapped in tissue. At first I thought it was a darling miniature version of my poetry, glossy, illustrated with winter scenes: pale blue, snowflakes, birds like chickadees and cardinals, holly, and firs. But upon closer examination it folded out three times with a little notepad and calendar. I unwrapped the bigger book which contained my poetry in a small type font along with the same winter scenes and birds. I showed Mummy. She wanted them and took them. She and Daddy were lying in bed in the left hand corner of the room. It was a very big posh bed with lots of pillows and all the fixings. Now I opened the other delivery which was a big wooden chest, a casket, which was big enough to be my coffin. It was filled with expensive clothes and jewelry. The clothes were mostly gray and purple. I put a little gold ring over a diamond on my right hand ring finger. It was a simple gold ring but twisted as if it was a vine. Afterwards I realized that the three diamonds I wore on my fat index finger were changed. The first of the three diamonds had turned plastic. I took the little gold ring off checking the diamond I wore under it. It was fine. I took the three diamond ring off and tucked it in a pigeon hole in the casket. I chose a gray faux suede pant set to put on. It was very soft and a perfect fit: boot length trousers, a vest, jacket, and tam style hat. I felt pretty good and went off to school. I went to a prestigious private school in a city. I had an open studio apartment surrounded by large bay windows and two female roommates. We all had received the casket gifts and were showing each other and talking about all of the contents. My boyfriend joined us. I would say we were teenagers, twenty at the oldest. I noticed I had grown at least eight inches and towered over my boyfriend with his sandy haired buzz cut that now only reached my chin. I was thinking it must be the suit that still fit perfectly. I became very suspicious of the casket and its contents and told my roomies. It was as if the devil himself had sent them. I was concerned that the items were poisoned including the clothes on my back. I was worried about Mummy and Daddy. I'm going to use this dream in Fanging with Claude. Like my dolls I try to put my dreams to work. Ron says I work hard sleeping. Yes, I do. 

Dreams 9/24

 Dreamed that I was at a girls' school with Katie, it was night. Al Pacino was her dad, and he was livid about some guy who was picking on her or something to that effect. Al was driving a fast dark colored SUV, the roads were slick and wet. He wore a long white coat and black belt. He was rather young, forties, maybe. He sped up through a parking garage wanting to know where Katie was and drove off crazed. 

The Life After Death Project 1 | Documentary | Full Movie

Free Docudrama this week watched a super film on Zydeco that inspired Fanging with Claude. I've made it to chapter ten, Lancaster. Watched this, it was fascinating. I have that FATE magazine somewhere... Starting the Incas, more inspiration for Fanging with Claude...

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Dreams 9/20

 

  Dreamed that my half great-uncle Rege was fat and white. He had turned my great-grandfather's house into an antiques store. Mummy and I were browsing there. As usual I snubbed my uncle. 🤮 Mummy found some dangling amethyst earrings that she loved that were $14,000. She was flabbergasted. We didn't buy anything. 

Dreams 9/19

 Alack, Plague Girl could not rouse herself from bed today in spite of two dreams. Eight hours of sleep in three days will do that. The first dream took place in a cottage in the English countryside. That's all I can remember besides maybe a window and a small sort of scandal. The second dream was here, and we were having a little get together. Ron and perhaps his friend John were present. I was singing and dancing in the kitchen. I don't remember the song, something from the eighties I think. 

Dreams 9/18

   Might only stitch together the tail end of this dream; too bad I can't remember the exciting beginnings. Tim Gunn was standing on a balcony of a high rise saying, "Make it work!" 

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Dreams 9/17

 Oh, my Ra, I dreamed of Monster High! Elizafat showed up with a truck full of treats. Colonel Klink didn't know what to think. 

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Dreams 9/16

 Finally was able to catch a bit of sleep only to be embroiled in an epic nightmare. I was working at The Pittsburgh Job Corps but as is often the case with dreams it was something else entirely. I was in my thirties. Donald Trump was in charge. An important family was coming to visit from Russia with their three children, two teenagers and a little boy. Donald had assigned me to watch over them as their goodwill ambassador, and I was over the moon, and felt honored. I went shopping for clothes to meet and greet them in and decided on a little white tee shirt with an impressionist print of a Russian scene with trees in yellow and pale blue that resembled a Matisse to wear beneath a dark brown beautifully cut jacket and a black skirt. 

  In the meantime the family had arrived and were setting into their bright city apartment where they were supposed to be staying for sometime. It had a lot of windows and was haunted. I did not know what haunted the place, only that the family was not the first victims. The specter had taken out the balding father in his navy blue suit, the mother, with her short curly dark blonde hair, and the two teens, a girl and a boy. I did not witness the deaths, only a trail of blood, and another sort of spirit, something else entirely, like a faery or a doll, hiding the little boy dressed in blue fuzzy pajamas, clutching a toy, in a bottom kitchen cabinet from the murderous ghost. 

  But in the dream I was separate and had no idea this had occurred. I was still excited and preparing for their arrival, to show them around. Donald thought I looked smart in my fun new clothes. I still had some running around to do and was driving The Betsy, the '71 Monte Carlo I grew up with. I was in downtown Pittsburgh. It was a dark and dreadful day. A howling winter storm had set in. When I came back from my shopping Betsy was gone, and I wondered if I had parked her in a fire lane. She was parked against the curb in a sort of round-about of wild Pittsburgh traffic. My rational mind told me there was no time for this, and I lucidly blinked her back like Jeannie and continued with my errands. The second time I came back I found her parked on the other side of the road. I drove back to the Job Corps that wasn't. It looked more like an airport, someplace hopping. 

  I changed my clothes and put my new clothes into a tall iron receptacle, something like a mailbox or trashcan in the main office. Another girl was with me and did the same. It was a kind of storage unit which seemed impossible as the clothing was packed into a crumpled heap. I had changed into my red chiffon gown. Donald thought I looked very nice. When I came back for my new clothes, however, they were gone from the receptacle along with the other girl's. Donald and a dark haired woman in a blue suit with a white shirt and red tie, (they were dressed the same, like Obama's Scooby Doo blue suit), who I presumed was his wife, were seated behind a plate of glass like air traffic controllers. I told them about my missing clothes, and the woman was very short and wrote me off quickly with such disregard that I just walked away feeling helpless. I knew better than to try to argue with her. I was just going to have to meet them in my gown. I didn't want to but had no choice. I waited. Then, Donald said that they weren't coming, something terrible had happened. 

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Dreams 9/15

 I dreamed that Ron and I were living in a small red brick ranch. It was winter, and there was some snow on the ground, very blue.  Katie, Nora, and Eric were over visiting one evening. I cannot remember the conversations that I had with Katie and Eric only that they occurred. I think Katie and I were looking through an album of old black and white photographs. When the time came for them to leave for some reason Eric was driving his purple two door sedan, and Ron was following him with Katie, Nora, and me. I didn't have time to grab any shoes so was barefoot. After dropping them off at home I remember running barefoot through the crunchy snow. 

Dreams 9/14

 Dreamed there was a dead male cardinal on the road. It was very realistic. 

Cinderella Shoe Scene | Dutch National Ballet| Marquee TV

Two Gentlemen of Verona was darling. I've seen so many reditions of Cinderella, including a dirty seventies version, that I was certain I'd seen this. Wrong again, looks fab... My apologies, out of commission again... Ebay will be vacationing, feel free to shop my Amazon, Printer's STUDIO, and ZAZZLE shops though. 

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Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona (Royal Shakespeare Company)

Making it through the week with free Marquee TV. How did I miss this? Thought I read and saw all of Shakespeare's plays at this point. Wrong again. It's so cute. 

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Dreams 9/12

  Cannot remember the premise of this dream or much else. This was the end, and what I can recall. I was in high school at my locker. To my left was a big black guy, probably six foot five, in a green and white letterman's jacket. He had a buzz cut. He was purusing a green and white card that seemed to be a little chart. Somehow I had done him wrong, and this was the proof. 
 

HOPPER: An American love story | Official Trailer | Edward Hopper | Amer...

Now I'm enjoying this on the free Marquee TV. Damn' it, drinking chablis. Going to be up all night. It's worth it. The Klimt documentary inspired me to add glitter to the trees of my Gettysburg game. That's been sitting around so long it has spaghetti (blood) stains. What will Hopper inspire me to do? I dig shadows and houses. 

Jewels – 'Emeralds' first variation (George Balanchine; Beatriz Stix-Bru...

I know, as usual, I'm really not with it. Took me this long to see St. Petersburg's production. I liked it. You have to really like ballet for the dance, the costumes, and the music to enjoy this one. There is no story, so it's not a favorite, but the dancing is exceptional and worth the mention. Where are the saphires? I imagine Sherazade, (a bigger let down), silks and chiffon. The first part, Emeralds, is my favorite, especially the solo. The boys are spectacular though, no doubt. Not a critic. I liked it. Hooray for free Marquee TV. I'd watch AIDA, I swear, if I could make out the subtitles. 

Captivating Tarot

 Got my copy of Captivating Tarot today. They far exceed my expectatations and are printed in America. Look around, everything, including US Games, are printed in China. As a teacher and simpleton I developed these cards seventeen years ago so anybody might be able to read them. Aunt Fawnie taught me to read playing cards when I was nine. We saw my cousin, who she had raised, was going to jail. Same cousin, who I still adore, stopped talking to me years later for not reading his cards which I knew would be bad. The Banshee cried when he died. I don't care if Mummy always said I was full of myself. I've got umpteen Tarot decks, and these are my favorite. Be sure to pick up instructions and symbolism at a  discount if you are a novice. 

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Dreams 9/11

 First, I'd forgotten a bit of a dream that I had the other night. It has resurfaced. This happens sometimes. Everything is in there sometimes you just have to fish it out. I can't recall all of the details, but I was out in a yard doing some sort of landscaping when something had gotten caught in some of the machinery that we were using, maybe a tiller. Anyway, I removed the soddy clump or egg, and inside was a little baby plastic Troll with dirty yellow hair. I remember calling it a baby. 

  Today I dreamed that I was at an airport turnstile when Raymond Miller, a boy from grade school, stopped me. He was wearing the same green shirt with the nymphs that he had worn when he was my library partner. He had a scrap of paper in his hand. He asked if I liked The Beatles, and opened his hand. The Beatles was written on the paper in black ink. Beneath it said 4:59 or something close to that. I told him I loved The Beatles, and he asked if I wanted to go see them with him today, and I said, "Yes." I was roaming the airport when Matt, another grade school friend, ran up with the same piece of paper that Raymond had asked if I wanted to go see The Beatles with him at 5:30. He looked to be in junior high, wearing his glasses. Another school friend, Noel, was there, behind him. She looked to be about the same age. At this time Jason Furlong, yet another of us, was going through my head. I told Matt I was sorry, but that I had already told Raymond I'd go with him. "Ray!" He said. I told him he should take Noel. Then I pointed out the time discrepancy, and he seemed perplexed. Now, I was looking everywhere for a restroom as I was feeling as if I had to throw up. I couldn't find one. When I did they did not have stalls, and I was bothered. The sinks were low like for handicapped. I was throwing up cherries in the handicapped sink when I woke up. 

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In Search Of The Brontës (2003) Part 2/2

Marquee TV: The Beatrix Potter Ballet remake is eighteen years old. How did I miss that? Most of all how did I miss that Mrs. Robinson was Branwell's lover? 

Tales of Beatrix Potter

In case you've missed the original. I've had it on dvd for twenty-some years. The remake is not quite as good. It's still precious, but what makes the original better is the sets, the costumes, and the dancing in that order. Everything is cheap nowadays, made in China. It shows. Not complaining, glad they finally redid it. Just saying! The original is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen! 

The Scarecrow (Fantasy, Drama) PBS Public Broadcasting - 1972

Free Marquee TV this week. Was happy to discover this. Can tell already it's based on a Hawthorne story I used to teach, Feathertop. Now that I see it's on YouTube think I'll wait to watch it and check out The Entity, think that's a ballet. That book rocks too. 

Update: not the same Entity, a few minutes in, I'm calling that a stinker. Trying Gershwin's World, then. They can't ruin that. Can they? 

Second update: the Gershwin is cool, but it's just music, and I can listen to Gershwin any time. Dowland Dance, The Washigton Ballet with music by Sting, is more my thing. 

Third update: hip, hip, hooray! The Royal Opera has finally come back to The Beatrix Potter Ballet! The original is one of my favorite things. I remember watching it with Mummy in the den as a kid. My Grandpap and Aunt Fawnie got me the original hardback book for Christmas. I still have it. 💓🐇💓

Fish Cemetery

 Couple of good things this summer, my fish and my books; otherwise it's been cruel at best. My three aquariums have been such a delight, but it wasn't always so. I have a fish cemetery. It's mostly full of Juno's and Vishnu's victims. Juno, that bitch, ate herself to death. I'll never get another bitch, nothing but trouble. The queers are correct about that. 

  Besides my Gettysburg game I've been writing Fanging with Claude. I've been having little Beatrix Potter, (big fan), kinds of books about buzzards, Bettas, and frogs swimming round my mind for years now. The buzzards will probably be first. 🐚

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Dreams 9/9

 The dreams began when Mummy and I visited an aquarium shop to see Matt. There was a tiny mermaid with a green tail that was little more than a patch of skin about the size of a goldfish. I'd told Matt that she was his highschool girlfriend, Michelle. He was standing behind the tank. Once he caught a glimpse of her the green of her tail was gone, and she was all flesh toned and inanimate. 

  Next, I was with Matt and other friends in a strange old town crammed full of sprawling buildings with amazing architecture, stone and brick streets, and tight alley ways. Matt and I had slipped into The Munschower House, or something like that, through a door on the right hand side. He wanted to see a body in the basement. I was a bit leery, but he wasn't. There was a lot of wood painted green inside. While slipping through tight hallways and around many corners I had lost him when a woman with dark hair who worked there spotted me and ordered me out. I left through a sunporch pretty quickly and met with another male friend who was a Dream Person. 

  Now the dreaming took another turn as I no longer think it was the same town. It looked like China. It was packed with buildings, some of which had spectacular bronze statues round the tops. The abode where we were headed was as such. He called it something like The Anubis House, but not quite. There were massive busts of creatures that looked  demonic round the top. There was a building with a tower nearby. The spires and minarets looked Byzantine. We were staying with a friend's uncle in The Anubis House. It was strange and marvelous inside with winding rooms full of queer items. We went out with our girlfriend, the three of us, on a marvelous adventure climbing and crawling through the town. At one point we were lost. We were in a place that looked like an enormous flea market with baskets of all kinds of things: crystals, purses, a litter of stuff, piled high on the floor. I really had to crawl through the things, it was a dragon's hoard. I had a crystal and a bit of folded paper, a charm, perhaps, in my hand when we came upon a fellow who worked there, an Asian, like the girl, who directed us back to The Anubis House. I grabbed a small ladybug change purse from a basket on my way out of the window which was little more than a slot. 

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Dreams 9/8

 This dream took place in a movie theater with Ron's mother, Marie. We sat down in the dark and rather crowded theater and were watching a movie with Maureen O'Hara on a boat with a parrot, a scarlet Macaw. Then, suddenly the film cut off and another took its place with Barbara Eden. She was probably in her fifties. I was really enjoying the film, so was ticked off when it too switched off. I told Marie to wait for me, that I'd be back. I wanted to talk to the manager and get my money back. The concession area was busy. A girl was making something I didn't recognize, maybe a kind of funnel cake. There was also a boy who worked there, and I told them I wanted to speak to the manager. A tall man with wavy brown hair dressed in a white striped shirt and navy pants came out, and I told him the film had been cut off twice, and I wanted my money back. Just then, a man who looked just like him and was dressed the same only he was short and fat entered the area, and the other ran off. I asked if he was the manager or just an imposter. I was frustrated by now and wanted to get back to Marie. I couldn't find the theater. Things had changed. There was a dark haired boy at the far right end at a stand selling snacks. He said, "Now she's cute! Those little slippers! Want a french fry?" I asked where the theater was, and he said it was back by the bathroom. There was a small slot with a conveyor belt hidden next to the restrooms. I climbed on and rode it, sitting there with my big pink and green purse. I was wearing little black flats without socks. When I got off the conveyor I was in a dark spot with a young girl with short sandy hair and her date. I asked where the theater was, and she said she'd show me if I took her. I had lost my shoes, was barefoot, and picked my purse up off of the floor. I knew we were in theater number seven. The numbers were painted like a circus and surrounded by yellow and red stripes. There was no number seven, they stopped at six. I stopped a tall man that worked there and told him I was looking for the seventh theater and that a hundred-year-old lady was waiting there for me. He took me back to the concession area where I had been earlier, and I saw the first, tall, manager there, behind the food stand, hurrying down the hall. I yelled up at him, "There you are! Or are you the imposter?" I began Merlin's old Welsh Charm of Making from Excalibur and pointed two fingers at him while I gave him The Evil Eye. I was losing my voice, it cracked and wavered. He morphed into a thin man with long blonde hair and ran away. I went back to the theater area. I was wondering about driving home barefoot. There was another manger there who asked if I needed help. I told him that he wouldn't believe me. There was a yellow kiddie train and from it I heard Marie call out, "Where's Dana?" That's when I woke up still thinking it was all real. 

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Dreams 9/7

  I dreamed an old colleague of mine, Mr. Hilton, lived down the street with Annie and Jay. It was his birthday and I had made him a portrait doll of himself only something had gone wrong. The doll was broken, so I fixed him a footlong turkey sub with mustard. I was wrapping it up in plastic and putting it in a brown bag when I thought I might fix the doll situation. Apparently I had made a doll for Annie that I never gave her. It had short dark human hair and was dressed in a glitzy mauve and gold suit. When I cut the suit off and the doll was down to little sparkly mauve boots I realized the Hilton doll suit was not going to fit and also that the doll was soft and supple. I remembered I had not fully baked the doll in order for it to be flexible. I put it in the oven wearing its wig and boots. When I came back it was a melted puddle of goo. At this point I became frustrated with the dream as I've been known to do. I did not really wake myself, rather became lucid. I zapped the original broken Mr. Hilton doll with a wicked rush of doll magic. Now, the doll was shrunken down to the size of Annie's doll and dressed in the same Bowie suit that I'd cut off earlier. The jacket was a bolero type, and the pants were tight and flared. I put him in a little glittery cardboard box that fit tight like a coffin and slid him in next to the hoagie feeling a bit guilty about the doll magic. 

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Dreams 9/5

 First I dreamed I was at the bank with Ron. For some reason I had folded my debit card up. Ron said I could get another for five dollars. I walked down a stark white hallway looking for a restroom. There were several rooms, but I couldn't tell what they were. A woman came out from behind a curtained stall, and I realized that was the toilet. The latch did not work. I was wearing tights underneath my pants so could not pull my pants down and hold the swinging door closed at the same time. I really had to go to the bathroom. A woman came out. I noticed there was a trash can to the right of my feet. There were two jackets, a purple windbreaker and a red wool school one with an embroidered patch. I told the woman about them, and she took them. 

  The following dream was a very good one. I was staying in a big Victorian house with a family of women, a mother with her three grown daughters. It seemed that there had been another daughter who had died of cancer when she was a teenager. I must've reminded them of her as the mother was adamant that I stayed. There was a brother, but he was the black sheep, this was a house of women. It reminded me of Little Women. One of the sisters and her brother had me put on the dead sister's lace underwear and parade around a cupboard door with two full-length mirrors. My hair was very short and I was very small. They could not believe how much I resembled their dead sister. I put a tight green corset over the little lace camisole. They took me into the brother's room which was full of fish tanks. I was crouched down peering into one that was overcrowded with three striped fish with long fins and an Oscar. I was thinking the Oscar would continue to outgrow the ten gallon tank and turn on the others. The brother was in the left hand corner of the room, there was a window and a deep sink like a laundry tub. The right side of the room had another huge aquarium fitted in the wall. I left the room and was with the mother in another room next door. It was breezy with purple and lavender drapes. The mother had short sandy hair. We were talking, and she fixed me a drink that she called a Sail. It was good, white and sweet like Godiva white chocolate liqueur. She told me something to the effect that they could not keep a man in the house, first there was her's, (she had mentioned his name, maybe Bertram), and now her daughter's. I cannot recall the daughters' names, although at least one of them had been mentioned twice, perhaps Adelle, Cecille, and Josephine, but I can't be sure. She asked about me, and I told her that both of my parents were dead and that my brother lived in their house. Her daughters joined us now. The mother was seated on a lounge with her feet tucked up underneath her. The girls were getting ready for their velvet party that they invited me to join, but I told them I'd rather read. I was thinking that I had plenty of red velvet at home to wear. They were wearing frothy white blouses with long Edwardian style skirts. I was going through a bottom drawer that was full of lacy apricot and cream colored things. We went downstairs to the foyer which was posh with carved dark woodwork. The youngest daughter's boyfriend was there, bald, chubby, with granny glasses, he was dressed immaculately in a Gatsby sort of way. The daughter was breaking up with him, and he was crushed and sad. He called her by name and queen of the fairies. I think I woke up as he left. 

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Hot Dionysus taking it in the can is no surprise, but I could deal with a couple less black Greeks, woke ass Netfux! Nobody ever believes me. If you want to pull this 💩 set it in Harlem. Fanging with Claude will fix this woke ass 💩. ☮

 

Kindred Guardians

 Just got my copy of Kindred Guardians. Still need Halloween Dreams playing cards. I'll be hitting her up again for Christmas. Like Dame Darcy, I just 💗 everything from Paulina. 

Kindred Guardians

Dreams 9/4

 Dreamed I was at a sort of festival with my parents, Mummy's friend Sandy, and my ex. It was summer and we were wearing shorts and hats. I was outside on a corner by a truck with my ex and a man who was selling all kinds of stuffed turtles. They were piled up on the ground by his pickup. There was a huge plush one with a deep green shell and pale cream body that was a hundred-and-twenty-five dollars. It had a green stuffed Irish castle keep attached to it and a turtle tag. I wanted it. We had to climb through a slot of a window to get inside a building which held a market. Paul went first. A strange guy waited behind me. I was holding onto my hat, and Paul caught me as I slid through. The interior was almost tent like and full of long tables piled high with flea market types of things. There were a lot of dolls. Some were small like Dawn dolls. Daddy had some onion skins that he put into a salt shaker and then into a china tea cup. He wanted me to fetch him some water and make him some tea. I was wondering how that would work. A tall man was coming in through a revolving glass door. There were a lot of tall wooden dolls, a couple of feet high in the corner by the door. One had fallen over blocking his way. 

O, My Ra! Season 2, Episode 3

Dreams 9/3

 Totally forgot my dream last night, it was about a game. It happens: too much television and wine kill dreams. 

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I've got major ties with Goldblum. His dad was Mummy's doctor. He saved her life when she was a baby. My aunt, Daddy's sister, was his tutor. Dionysus is just hot. Funny but I just watched The Deliverance. It wasn't bad, where I student taught. Was just telling my Best Witch about my latest project, Fanging with Claude, that winds up in Pittsburgh with some monkeyball players, The Stealers and The Cheaters. Oh, my Zeus! Waiting on Nick Cave...  Got to be coming... Oh, Mama! Lord knows I'm a chaos queen. 

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Dreams 9/1

 First I dreamed that Mummy was here, and I could not find my Betta. She told me that I had all three of them together in a big plastic envelope. I panicked and released them into their tanks.The following dream was longer and more developed but has slipped my mind.