I dreamed that I was at a party in a little house. The hostess was a heavy set middle aged lady with long curly strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a form fitting wrap around white set that looked like gauze. My cousin Carol was the only other person that I knew at the party. The hostess, supposedly a close friend of mine, had me standing on a bed, facing me, holding my hands. My head was wrapped, and she knew that I was sick. She said that my cousin, Verity, would help to cure my woes. I asked what had happened to her as I had seen her a few months ago. She told me that she had sadly passed away. I was looking for some things: Tarot or art cards, maybe, faeries… I was opening drawers. Then Brooke Shields came in with her two children, a young boy, and a toddler. She had a colorful purse and asked what we were going to do. The hostess was close with her. Brooke was talking about shopping with her boy who said that they were out of something, some toy, I think, but she found one. Then I was in a pet store with Ron. There was a marmalade kitten in a kitty cave. The same hostess said that she had a dog for me. I was thinking that Arthur was enough. The dog was black and white, small and shaggy. She called him some kind of fringe. Then Arthur woke me up, jealous, likely.
Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog
