Dreams 6/28

6/28

  I slept all day and had many dreams. The first starred Kim Richards. We lived together in a dusty ranch house. We had become good friends. We were talking about my Aunt Nancy, and how she and Kim were both Leos. I told her that  I had loved her since I was a kid and watched Nanny & the Professor.

  The second dream starred my friend Laurie, and we were children again, maybe eleven or twelve. I told her that she had always been tall. 

  The third dream was lavish. I was in China, the Wu Dan, with my parents and my ex. We were waiting in line. Mummy and Daddy were probably only in their thirties. Somehow I turned around, and they were all gone. I was left and lost. I walked around looking for them. The rest of the dream might’ve been wonderful if I wasn’t worried about being lost. I walked down a gravel path to a stream. There were watercolors and dolls for sale. They dipped them in the water of the stream. An artist was wading in the stream wearing a straw hat. The dolls were knit with bonnets and long skirts, no legs. The one I had picked up to look at was pale blue, knitted with fine yarn. I walked back up the path and continued on through a fabulous meadow. To the left of the path there were picnickers dressed in colorful old-fashioned silks, big billowy things of blue, gold, red, all colors. Some were reclining on patch work blankets made of silk, checkered black and gold. Others sat at little round tables. As I continued on I reached a forest, and as I entered the trees the light had dimmed considerably. Just beyond the forest entrance lay a natural auditorium. The was an enormously beautiful blue silk backdrop with an Asian dwelling to the left hung as scenery for the assembly, whatever it might’ve been. The people were dressed in the same colorful silks, looking like samurais or opera characters. As I moved through the trees a big American guy came up to me and said, “Better than Barbara Caruso.” As he did his lips touched my forehead. He walked on, up ahead of me. I was thinking about going after him, asking for his help, when I woke up.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two   

Dreams 9/9

 The dreams began when Mummy and I visited an aquarium shop to see Matt. There was a tiny mermaid with a green tail that was little more than a patch of skin about the size of a goldfish. I'd told Matt that she was his highschool girlfriend, Michelle. He was standing behind the tank. Once he caught a glimpse of her the green of her tail was gone, and she was all flesh toned and inanimate. 

  Next, I was with Matt and other friends in a strange old town crammed full of sprawling buildings with amazing architecture, stone and brick streets, and tight alley ways. Matt and I had slipped into The Munschower House, or something like that, through a door on the right hand side. He wanted to see a body in the basement. I was a bit leery, but he wasn't. There was a lot of wood painted green inside. While slipping through tight hallways and around many corners I had lost him when a woman with dark hair who worked there spotted me and ordered me out. I left through a sunporch pretty quickly and met with another male friend who was a Dream Person. 

  Now the dreaming took another turn as I no longer think it was the same town. It looked like China. It was packed with buildings, some of which had spectacular bronze statues round the tops. The abode where we were headed was as such. He called it something like The Anubis House, but not quite. There were massive busts of creatures that looked  demonic round the top. There was a building with a tower nearby. The spires and minarets looked Byzantine. We were staying with a friend's uncle in The Anubis House. It was strange and marvelous inside with winding rooms full of queer items. We went out with our girlfriend, the three of us, on a marvelous adventure climbing and crawling through the town. At one point we were lost. We were in a place that looked like an enormous flea market with baskets of all kinds of things: crystals, purses, a litter of stuff, piled high on the floor. I really had to crawl through the things, it was a dragon's hoard. I had a crystal and a bit of folded paper, a charm, perhaps, in my hand when we came upon a fellow who worked there, an Asian, like the girl, who directed us back to The Anubis House. I grabbed a small ladybug change purse from a basket on my way out of the window which was little more than a slot. 

Toy Hacks

 

Decided to wax poetic concerning something we all know:

I hate toy hacks!

They've got to go. 

Mattel, made in China, 

you might play with yourself, too.

Not supporting garbage!

BOO!

Waited, on hold for Elvira,

hours and hours,

to be told she'd sold-out in minutes.

Imagine my ire. 

Jack and Sally?

Did not have to wait long

to see

they were already gone. 

Then, there was Stevie, 

I'd marked the day!

Could hardly wait 

to play. 

But, not, 

sold-out

before I even could pay

the fifty-five bucks,

but now she's selling on Ebay

for more than two good fucks. 

I HEX the toy hacks! 

You should, too. 

To Hell with them!

I'm not even a Jew.