Dreams 10/6

   I had a nightmare. An ugly redhead in a yellow t-shirt and I were fighting. She attacked me, and I was trying to get her off of me. She had a razor blade and cut my wrist when I forced myself awake. My wrist was bothering me. 

Maybe I've Spammed You

   Sometimes I get lost in retrospect. Other times I could not give a fuck. This is how to survive. Shrinks are all crazy by nature. Blocking can help. Nobody knows this better than I. If you have been wearing on my soul, if you have little love or creativity to carry you, I've likely added you to lots of SPAM. It's alright. I was in Hawaii as a kid. It was not Hawaii 5 0  even if Danno signed my napkin at the luau, rather a bunch of fat SPAMmers. I'm a 2%er. I cannot let the 98% drag me down with them. The FIX is in, Cabala Embarrass will be president, no doubt. I report her ads as scams too. Gag me, used to it. 

Don't care. 🤮

Love me or hate me, don't hope to change me. 

Cabala was speaking in the liquor store today saying The Donald would lock you up for getting an abortion. I cannot deal with imbeciles like this. Never could. ☮ Roger Waters was at Mr. Celente's peace rally, but he's no Van Morrison. He's been jabbed so many times he makes Syd look like a smart ass. Spare me. 

Dreams 9/25

 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, I dreamed I worked in a lab where a little Dachshund was born without any limbs. There was also the leg, just the calf and foot dressed in men's trousers, or is it trouser, a sock, and a leather forties style shoe that had been shined. Both were moving their way across the floor. My heart went out to the dog, the leg not so much. 

  Then I was living with Mummy and Daddy in a spacious apartment with a high ceiling surrounded by windows. It seemed to be on the right hand side of the building like my old room. It felt like an old building in an old town. The walls were white. A delivery came that seemed like a ton of mail. First, there were my poetry books that I had self published. There were two portfolio sized paperback books wrapped in red and green tissue paper. Unwrapping the green one led to another small book also wrapped in tissue. At first I thought it was a darling miniature version of my poetry, glossy, illustrated with winter scenes: pale blue, snowflakes, birds like chickadees and cardinals, holly, and firs. But upon closer examination it folded out three times with a little notepad and calendar. I unwrapped the bigger book which contained my poetry in a small type font along with the same winter scenes and birds. I showed Mummy. She wanted them and took them. She and Daddy were lying in bed in the left hand corner of the room. It was a very big posh bed with lots of pillows and all the fixings. Now I opened the other delivery which was a big wooden chest, a casket, which was big enough to be my coffin. It was filled with expensive clothes and jewelry. The clothes were mostly gray and purple. I put a little gold ring over a diamond on my right hand ring finger. It was a simple gold ring but twisted as if it was a vine. Afterwards I realized that the three diamonds I wore on my fat index finger were changed. The first of the three diamonds had turned plastic. I took the little gold ring off checking the diamond I wore under it. It was fine. I took the three diamond ring off and tucked it in a pigeon hole in the casket. I chose a gray faux suede pant set to put on. It was very soft and a perfect fit: boot length trousers, a vest, jacket, and tam style hat. I felt pretty good and went off to school. I went to a prestigious private school in a city. I had an open studio apartment surrounded by large bay windows and two female roommates. We all had received the casket gifts and were showing each other and talking about all of the contents. My boyfriend joined us. I would say we were teenagers, twenty at the oldest. I noticed I had grown at least eight inches and towered over my boyfriend with his sandy haired buzz cut that now only reached my chin. I was thinking it must be the suit that still fit perfectly. I became very suspicious of the casket and its contents and told my roomies. It was as if the devil himself had sent them. I was concerned that the items were poisoned including the clothes on my back. I was worried about Mummy and Daddy. I'm going to use this dream in Fanging with Claude. Like my dolls I try to put my dreams to work. Ron says I work hard sleeping. Yes, I do. 

Dreams 9/24

 Dreamed that I was at a girls' school with Katie, it was night. Al Pacino was her dad, and he was livid about some guy who was picking on her or something to that effect. Al was driving a fast dark colored SUV, the roads were slick and wet. He wore a long white coat and black belt. He was rather young, forties, maybe. He sped up through a parking garage wanting to know where Katie was and drove off crazed. 

Dreams 9/19

 Alack, Plague Girl could not rouse herself from bed today in spite of two dreams. Eight hours of sleep in three days will do that. The first dream took place in a cottage in the English countryside. That's all I can remember besides maybe a window and a small sort of scandal. The second dream was here, and we were having a little get together. Ron and perhaps his friend John were present. I was singing and dancing in the kitchen. I don't remember the song, something from the eighties I think. 

Dreams 9/12

  Cannot remember the premise of this dream or much else. This was the end, and what I can recall. I was in high school at my locker. To my left was a big black guy, probably six foot five, in a green and white letterman's jacket. He had a buzz cut. He was purusing a green and white card that seemed to be a little chart. Somehow I had done him wrong, and this was the proof. 
 

Dreams 9/3

 Totally forgot my dream last night, it was about a game. It happens: too much television and wine kill dreams. 

Bernhard Adam Cemetery & Museum Park

 What a precious day! Ron took me to the oldest cemetery in Reading, Bernhard Adam. It dates from 1744, and was the old Welsh Baptist Meeting House. The walls are crumbling. A dying tree is its only sentinel. There are Revolutionary War soldiers buried here. It is the closest cemetery to DARK SHADOWS as I've ever seen. Told Ron, forget the vultures' sleep this Halloween, bring me back here. It's near by, and I'm pretty sure a hand will dig itself out of the ground to greet me. If you are as enraptured with cemeteries as we are you can get the ebook now. A little paperback ought to be available soon. 

See Bernhard Adam Cemetery

Finally getting to open my Wednesday Addams doll. She's going to be Raven's new roomie. I wanted Enid, but I have so many dolls. Stay tuned...