Sunday, December 21, 2025
Friday, December 19, 2025
Dreams 12/19
12/19
My first dream took place in the Dark Ages within a fort where we were being assaulted by demonic monsters. Each time that I’d grab a weapon, whether a spear, sword, or other, something would happen to it, so that it was useless. The spear tips would break off, the swords would warp into a soft mess, and even my favorite make-shift weapons became child proof. Most of the battles seemed to occur within lofts and barns with straw floors.
Then I was inside a colorful old house. Dame Darcy was there. The walls were painted with murals in soft romantic hues. There was a trap door up on the wall behind the fireplace that I was trying to access but couldn’t. The same demonic monsters from the first dream were there and still after me.
Ron and I lived in a different house in the country in the third dream. We had Arthur who was very shaggy. I was in a crawl space off of the kitchen, it was something like a pantry. I was looking for Christmas decorations for the porch. Arthur was wearing a beige punch needle Christmas sweater with a reindeer and peppermint candy design. He ran off to the neighbors on our right, and I had to go after him.
Finally, the last dream was a reality show. Ron was there. A man wanted to marry a woman. The woman’s mother was present. Supposedly the woman had to wait tables after the wedding. It was revealed that the suitor was twenty-six million dollars in debt, so the marriage wouldn’t happen. He seemed like a real smartass. Ron was lounging on a veranda wearing a tan and brown knit turtleneck sweater. He had a gold medallion with numbers etched into it: two, and others I can’t recall. It might’ve signified a date. It was resting just beneath his throat. The mother of the contestant thanked him and told me that I would be the reigning queen now.
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Dreams 12/17
Toot! Toot! All aboard The Dreamland Express! What a ride. It all started off innocent enough. I was outside in the country during the early afternoon with Mummy. There was a litter of kittens, two or three months old. I picked a long-haired gray one who I called Woo Woo until I could come up with a better name. She had something funky and white around her ears. I had her in the living room of a big old Victorian house that I’ve never been to before.
Then I was hit with an epic ongoing nightmare that I’d wake up from only to be pulled back into again. It began on a rainy night in an old-fashioned diner where I was waiting tables. A little dark-haired girl and her mother were sitting at my station. After my shift I walked home to my apartment building which wasn’t far. I was accosted by a young white woman who stole my Stranger Things makeup pouch. She got on her bike and rode off, but I remembered her license number. I think it was 5 R, or something like that. It was a little yellow plate. Anyway, I followed her to a shopping mall where she met up with her girlfriend. I was stalking them. They were talking about going to a candy shop. I heard their names and wrote them down, but I’ve forgotten them. I went back home, but there was a man in a trenchcoat blocking me from getting into my apartment. He said that he was helping me, but I fought him off. Outside again now I ran into yet another couple of young white women. One had a platinum bob, and her legs were bare beneath a mini skirt or shorts. They attacked me. I tried to drive off in my car, but it was wrecked and set on fire. Blondie was behind a dumpster where I hit her in the face with something combustible. Her head caught fire. Having escaped those two, the others were back, and they had another friend, a young Hispanic man. The girl who stole my bag stabbed me in the eye. I could still see. It was a bent blade that somehow went down behind my eye. Her friend was upset that she’d stabbed me, but the stabber insisted it was for my protection. Now I was back at the diner where I saw the woman with the little girl and sat down with them. That’s when I realized that the two thieves were also there, sitting right next to us. I repeated their names and license, and the young mother knew they had been busted. I demanded that they give me back my bag. Once I had it, I left, but the Spanish guy was on my tail trying to stab me when the cops caught up with him, and there was a shoot-out.
My final dream wasn’t bad. I was back home again with Mummy and BJ, my high school boyfriend. We were playing a card game called Mob. My legs were bare and very hairy. I was plucking the hairs out. They were two inches long.
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
Hound Dog (Studio Version) - Koko Taylor
Tried to make it through Tom Hank's Elvis. Spare me. Never mention once that he was Native American. To think they might've made a decent Koko movie.
Monday, December 15, 2025
Dreams: 12/15
So many dreams to report from the snow, luckily Arthur woke me up after five for the first. It took place at Monster High. It was very modern and loaded with mean girls. There were three Bigfoot girls who were named something to the order of Marisol Poxi. They were each very different, but all tremendously huge. They were well over seven feet tall and very strong and muscular. The main character was a lavender color with short platinum blonde hair. She wore a mini skirt. Raven Queen from Ever After High was there too, saying that she wasn’t evil. Supposedly there was a contest, who was the most evil? The Bigfoot girls all wanted in on that one. Skinny Smalls had black licorice laces for legs and needed a walker. She was also pale purple with a platinum bob. The main blonde Bigfoot escaped to a club with a manster. I am not sure what he was, maybe green, but he was skinny and dwarfed by the Bigfoot. She said that he must like the smell of beer because the Bigfoots reeked of it. He did.
Next I was having lunch in a dimly lit rather nice tavern with Beth from the Letitia Penn Doll Club. We had a toddler girl with us. It was a good time.
Then I was back in Mummy’s kitchen, sitting at the table with Amber Pavuchak from high school. I asked her if she remembered meeting me in fifth grade through Sharon Petrozza. She didn’t. We were in band. Sharon and I played flute, and Sharon called Amber her best friend. Amber played drums and bells. She pointed her sticks at us. Then I asked her if she remembered getting babysat by my Aunt Janet; she did. Aunt Janet, and everybody else for that matter, preferred Anne and thought that Amber was a brat. I told Amber that it must be hard having such a wonderful sister.
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Sunday, December 7, 2025
Dreams 12/7
It was a wild ride on the dream train this morning. The first dream from last night is fuzzy. Again, it involved pets: dogs and sweaters. I think I sold dog sweaters? I remember walking a little Corgi on a leash.
The next one was big. It started with a college course taught by a young white male professor. Not sure what the class was, maybe something to do with art or philosophy, but it was a small class. I was young, probably nineteen. We had a test, then I went to a motel room where I was given a small plastic fashion doll, like a Madame Alexander Cissette, only Wendy sized, (eight or nine inches tall), in a blue metal trunk. The doll had ginger hair swept back. She wore extremely high heeled spiked silver shoes. The outrageous thing about her was that she came along with a bit of gray plastic that I knew to be a doll dildo or self fuck stick. My other classmates joined me in the room. The self fuck stick was all of the discussion. A heavyset male classmate looked a lot like an old student of mine, Westley. I was given a black folder that contained an eight by ten black and white class picture. I was in the bottom left hand corner looking a lot like I had in the tenth grade. My hair was curly in a wild bob, and I wore a black lace top. I was very thin. Our grades for the course were also encoded therein. I was surprised that only one student had been given an A as a final grade. I got a B. I thought that I had an A. I left the room to use the restroom. Upon exiting a rabity looking skinny blonde janitor stopped me and asked if I was a Steeler fan or something to that effect. I told him no, that I loathed monkeyball, and he got very defensive and shitty with me. I went back to the room. My classmates had gone, and a black and white Blondie video was on the TV. Now some young Hispanic mothers had joined me on the bed with their little girls who were grade school aged. They were put off by the doll self fuck stick, and the Blondie video had something to do with it. Supposedly Blondie was trying to outlaw football and something else at the same time. Smoking? Not sure, but a young white female doctor in a lab coat joined us with a syringe of beet juice that she was about to shoot one of the mothers up with. Maybe she failed the monkeyball test? I told her that I loved beet juice, and she nodded her head like my English teachers used to in junior high. Miss Allen came to mind. Then I went home to Ron. We lived in the ranch down the street. He asked if I had seen the brochure from the real estate company on the dining room table. He said that it had come in Jay’s name, that he and Annie had ordered it. He wondered if they were moving. I thought that it must’ve been an old address since they had lived in the house before us. Arthur woke me up at this point, jumping on my head.
Saturday, December 6, 2025
The Moment
The Moment
The only thing that matters,
it's true.
I live
for the moment.
Do you?
Get lost
in the moment.
See?
Don't lose it to anger.
Listen to me.
Put down your
fucking phones.
Live in this moment.
Own it.
Now it is gone
as the Horned God's fawn.
The past is a memory,
precious; it's true,
but I'd rather
the moment.
Wouldn't you?
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