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.
All Tuckered Out
I have to be real quiet, if I get up, poor guy wakes up and follows me. His first toy, there, is Houdini. I registered him. He's off...
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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... -
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,... -
Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...