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Dreams 3/24

 

3/24

  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 

Dana's Dreams Two 

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

Dreams 3/22

 3/22

  I was going through my Easter basket; Mummy was with me. She asked me what I was going to do with my hydration station and the twenty-five dollars that she had given me. I told her that I’d probably buy more clay. She asked how many dolls I could make with a block of clay. I told her, three. She said, “That’s good!” Then Ron woke me up banging on my door with Frankie. I gave him the finger and slept on the couch. 

  The second dream took place at an aquarium. Mummy and Becky Galbraith were there. Becky and I had made up. There were enormous hatchet fish, and I showed Mummy how big they were with my hands. I was looking for a bathroom when a guy from the group pointed out some barbs, sleek black fish. 

  The third dream should’ve been epic, but I am so sleep deprived. It began alongside the car in a parking lot on a class trip to a fair. I had lots of girlfriends along, but none that I recognized from real life. I wanted to make an old-fashioned plastic mermaid. The female vendor told me that it would cost ten to thirty-five dollars. I said that my money was in my bag in the car. My girlfriend said that she’d lend me the money. The vendor was showing me plastic bags filled with odd things: emblems, Mucha sorts of designs, and other old-fashioned stuff, but nothing like the little mermaids that were supposedly do-it-yourself from a pressed mold, I presumed. The last bag had a polished bronze relief of Neptune fixed to a piece of clear turquoise plastic, something like a little fishing rod, a tiny compass, and other brassy fixings. I took that one. My teacher or chaperone, a tall white middle-aged man, was talking to somebody about canceling a loan. I passed a big bin full of things like a navy-blue wool stuffed elephant. We were heading towards the car when Ron had the actual gall to wake me up again. Then he asked me for breakfast. I told him that I’d fix him a middle finger sandwich along with a thank God Dana isn’t running away omelet.

 

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Revenge of the Dream Hog

A Doll Mess & More (Monster High, Bettas, & Snow)

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Vulcan

  Vulcan, my Samurai Betta, is so awesome. He shares my beautiful Roman tank with four black neon tetras, a couple of frogs, and two enormous emerald cory cats. It's hard to believe that my first samurai, Tam Lin, a white one, had only lived a couple of days, and I thought I'd never get another samurai. That was when I had my cube tank in an outside corner of the house. I have no problems with it since I moved it. Julius has been sharing it with Oscar and the Glo cat, Govinda. I still have Lennox, my Black Orchid, in the Druidic tank. He's a killer though, alone with the rabbit snail, The March Hare, who seems to be working out. 

Beautiful Betta

  I'm working on Hot Blood. Brother Norton has become something of a local celebrity with his newfound falsetto. He was neglecting his housekeeping duties, so the abbot had him helping with the sheep. He lost two lambs. The Lancaster doll show is today. I hope we can make the early bird. I'll try to get a video, but no promises with my new computer, a purple hp laptop that I really like. Anyway, I just had to try to snap a picture of Vulcan napping atop the mossy driftwood. I actually reviewed Samurai Betta at PetSmart I love them so much. I will be there tomorrow with my ten dollar scratch off coupon getting Arthur a harness he can't chew up. Lucky, he doesn't wander off. He chewed up his Buddy ID tag. He also loves eating paper and notebooks. Guess Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't such a bad name, although Houdini would've been better. 

Holy Spirit Farm & Monster High

  Ron took me to Holy Spirit Farm's Fall Fest. It's a rescue farm for horses, ponies, donkeys, goats, and pigs. Sugar, a fleabitten gray, for example, arrived with worms from a kill zone on Christmas day. Remy and her yearling Spirit are from the race track. I got a granny square afghan, big enough to cover my bed, like the one from the Evans cottage on Dark Shadows, along with a free purple teddy bear for a twenty dollar donation. Only my doll cradle boasts one of those that I've admired since early childhood. I also got this fangtastic warty pumpkin seen with Lotus, my Egyptian Himmie, homemade grape juice, and raw spring honey. I had a whoopie pie like I've never had before: two cookie sized Belgian waffles with chocolate chip whipped cream. Then Ron took me to DoGoods which is a fabulous tavern in Myerstown.

  A lot to be said  about Monster High. After posting my review of David, The Lost Boys doll, at The Mattel Shop, titled David is a Boy, and telling them it was terrible that they are turning boys into girls; I was surprised that they asked for another review. I saw they were siccing their woke cronies after me, so edited my review telling them that I even boycott Hershey since CONVID, (they fired all of their unpoisoned employees), and that Draculaura dumped David after Clawdeen revealed he was a trannie. I also told them that I make David look like a pussycat. 

  Speaking of reviews I beat Amazon's asshole intelligence with my reviews, I cracked the code with real intelligence. I had given nickelodeon's first season of Monster High four stars. That review was titled Beware. I said it was so cute and creative, but parents, beware, it wasn't for children. By disc four it got real woke, and Mattel's agenda was unmistakable. Can you believe that when Erica from Mattel sent me a response concerning my David review she had the balls to talk about the childrens' "little hearts"? I thought Skullector dolls were for adults. What kid do you know has a hundred dollars to drop on a doll? 

  Anyway, I've started season two, which I bought. I laughed when Frankie called Superintendent Smudgerton, Mr. Smudgypants. He has a woman's voice, but I suppose he is a mollusk, and I can assure you they fuck themselves. My black orchid Betta, Lennox, who ought to be named Nino Brown, and his Druidic themed tank, New Jack City, because he has been alone for months after murdering all of his tank mates, just got The March Hare. He is my first rabbit snail, has already had babies, (overnight), and even glides across Lennox, himself. Lennox's tank had sludge on the bottom. He even murdered the catfish. The March Hare is doing a clawsome job cleaning it up. I've never had one before, just Mystery Snails. This guy looks like an octopus. He's really cool. I hope he was worth the nine dollars. The Mystery Snails only cost a couple of dollars, but they don't live long. 

  I won't be upsetting myself with the paid for trolls vetoing my reviews. I don't give a fuck. Keeping it real. TTYL... 🦇  

Sir Frankie Crisp Lays Siege to the Place! #callice 10/9

Dreams 8/26

 8/26

  This dream starred the actress Anna Kendrick and Bobby, one of my grade school friends. We were interviewing to teach at a small complex that consisted of three schools. The oldest was also the smallest, constructed of stone; it might’ve started as a church. The other two were more recent, probably from the fifties and sixties, and made of brick. The three were huddled together. The room where we were interviewing was nearby, but not in any of the three schools. Anna thought that the oldest stone building was really posh and historic, I agreed. I had a big wedding portfolio with a couple of homemade linen calla lilies tied together with a bow. The artist’s, Lois, business card was affixed to the inside back cover. I think we all got the job because I was sitting in the passenger seat of Bobby’s car. He said that we should have a celebratory drink, something feminine like white wine, and I laughed and said that the occasion called for whiskey, brandy, or scotch. There was a garden party at night, and Anne Rice was the entertainment. She was dressed half naked like Cher. Her long cone plastic skirt was transparent, and she wore white hot pants beneath her matching bandeau top. Young and slim, her hair was cut into a bob. Her song was atrocious. Everybody agreed, just awful. Was it French? I don’t know, but it was bad. I was setting up my classroom, both Anna and Bobby were there. There was a paper flower hanging by the clock. That’s when I woke up. It wasn’t a bad dream.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

In the works: Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

Summer Harvest

  There are as many little ones still on the vine in both the front and backyard. The fish tank water has produced some monsters, twice as big as any you ever see at the grocery store. This is only my second big gourd harvest ever. I don't know why I don't get them every year. I don't think there are any pumpkins or squash this year either, just gourds. Some of them are so big that I thought they were yellow and spaghetti squash, but they aren't. 

 

Catch Up with the Chaos

Thursday Morning

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 banging in time. Frankie was going after the Vampire Lestat doll. First I dreamed about having tickets for a dog show. I woke up, that’s why I can’t remember much more. 

  The second dream was much more in depth and starred my brother. I had several enormous aquariums. One was separated three times. My brother noticed two male Bettas in the left hand portion. There was a little black girl, here, in the dining room with me. She had her hair pulled back into a curly ponytail and wore a yellow and white checked sundress. I had repotted a tree and had a big empty black tub full of soil. I put a yellow and white crocheted doily in it. The little girl was helping me water it with water in a plastic gasoline jug from the back garden. Meanwhile I had caught Julius, a stars and stripes Betta, in a mesh bag that also contained some dwarf frogs and green plants. I was looking for a place to put him, away from any other male Bettas, but was having a hard time. I had a lot of Bettas.

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Dana's Dreams Two

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