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I swore I wrote down this first dream, but I must’ve dreamed that too. Let me see what I can recall. It took place in a dirty old derelict house in the country with a young man or two. I hitched a ride in the back of a pickup truck, but they didn’t want me coming along. Ron kept waking me up telling me about Fentanyl Barbie. I freaked out saying that I’d cursed Mattel for giving Skeletor tits and a miniskirt. I didn’t know that my curses worked so quick.
I fell back to sleep at 5:30 am. This dream took place at Wicks-n-Sticks at Christmas. My boss was Pam from Job Corps. I thought this meant that she was dead and discovered that Job Corps closed. It was an infectious haunted pit. I loved Pam. She was way better than Patti, my crazy boss from Wicks-n-Sticks. Back to the dream. I don’t like to elaborate, but I discover a lot of things from my dreams. The place was heavily decorated with snow houses and animatronics. All kinds of adorable stuffed owls were all over the floor. A tent was set up for crafts, and a very nice older gentleman, Tom, was going through a big colorful pop-up book. A woman reached over and tore off the head of a big pink TIKI looking god by accident. Then she left the tent with a younger girl saying that she wanted to invite Tom to the airshow but did not want to pay for him or buy him a pretzel. A young lady gave me an enormous brownie. It was very thin, like pizza, with a crusty bottom. I shared it with my ex, Paul, who was sitting in a group.
My third dream was about aquariums, but Frankie woke me up. Ron had put him in the garage, and he was tearing up the door. It sounded like somebody was breaking sticks. That’s what woke me up.
Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog
