Dreams 12/19

12/19

  My first dream took place in the Dark Ages within a fort where we were being assaulted by demonic monsters. Each time that I’d grab a weapon, whether a spear, sword, or other, something would happen to it, so that it was useless. The spear tips would break off, the swords would warp into a soft mess, and even my favorite make-shift weapons became child proof. Most of the battles seemed to occur within lofts and barns with straw floors. 

  Then I was inside a colorful old house. Dame Darcy was there. The walls were painted with murals in soft romantic hues. There was a trap door up on the wall behind the fireplace that I was trying to access but couldn’t. The same demonic monsters from the first dream were there and still after me. 

  Ron and I lived in a different house in the country in the third dream. We had Arthur who was very shaggy. I was in a crawl space off of the kitchen, it was something like a pantry. I was looking for Christmas decorations for the porch. Arthur was wearing a beige punch needle Christmas sweater with a reindeer and peppermint candy design. He ran off to the neighbors on our right, and I had to go after him. 

  Finally, the last dream was a reality show. Ron was there. A man wanted to marry a woman. The woman’s mother was present. Supposedly the woman had to wait tables after the wedding. It was revealed that the suitor was twenty-six million dollars in debt, so the marriage wouldn’t happen. He seemed like a real smartass. Ron was lounging on a veranda wearing a tan and brown knit turtleneck sweater. He had a gold medallion with numbers etched into it: two, and others I can’t recall. It might’ve signified a date. It was resting just beneath his throat. The mother of the contestant thanked him and told me that I would be the reigning queen now.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog

Gathering Gloom 10/3

   

  Hey, Gloomer, it's always a good time getting to see my favorite band, The Gathering Gloom, at The Mauch Chunk Opera House in Jim Thorpe. I didn't get to ride the train from Reading or stay at the haunted inn, maybe next year. I did get to dance all night and sing "Why Can't I Be You?" to the lead singer, Matt. I'll take it. Plus I got a new bumper sticker to go along with Ron Paul REVOLution, Arrest Fauci, and Hindrance and Perfidia. 

Dame Darcy Meat Cake Collection For Sale Signed

Meat Cake on Ebay

 

Stranger Things Make Up

Himalya Quartz

  A crystal junkie, some of my favorites have come from India. I recently discovered Himalya Quartz on Ebay and ordered the top pink and green one last week. It's already here in the states. I'm used to packages from India taking a month. I could not resist the bottom citrine and just ordered it. I'm sure I'll be getting more crystals from the seller. They are some of the most beautiful crystals I've ever seen. I got three new ones in Gettysburg in April and two from The Crystal Cave a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure my friends will be thrilled because like dolls, I share crystals too. Makes me want another Himstedt, the boy from Nepal. I had friends from Nepal in college that Dame Darcy knows about, Vic and Nick. They were way cooler than Dusty and Rusty the Mormons. 🤣🤣 

Himalya Quartz

 

Dreams 5/23

 

 And, just like that, they're back and beyond electrorococo. From Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of The Dream Hog: 

  5/23

  I had a couple of strange and wonderful dreams this evening. First, my brother and I were ghost hunting with Dame Darcy. We were driving in a car when Darcy pranked Glenn into thinking that he pissed himself. It was all good fun, but Glenn was salty and sabotaged our ghost hunt afterwards saying we were frauds. This dream felt so real that I did not believe it was a dream until after I had woken up. 

  The second dream began in a college dormitory. I lived in a small room with a childhood friend. The left side of the room had pink and brown plush carpeting, the right was pink and white candied marble. There were some visitors down the hall, and I was supposed to go outside and smoke a cigarette with one of the strange fellows. I had a gold box of Benson and Hedges cigarettes. But, I was waylaid because the long sliding door to our room had fallen off track, and I could not get it back on. My friend Brea, from school, tried to help but couldn’t. This is when my new boyfriend, Eric, showed up. He was a handsome white guy with sandy colored hair. I was leaving with him, but somehow he had disappeared on the staircase. Only his clothes and a bag were found. I was frantically looking for him when I ran into Daddy and my old neighbors, the Keilers, in a lush green yard that was meticulously kept like a park. By now Eric had caught up with us, and I was very relieved. He told me that he had to switch clothes with Brea. Mrs. Keiler, Gerri, was telling me how she had seen Fancy’s grave, that it was marked with white chalk just as Mummy had said. Fancy was a black cocker spaniel terrier mix we got when I was in junior high. Now I was wondering where Hoagie, our childhood dog, a collie and golden retriever mix, was buried. I was very distressed that I could not remember. Was he Up Camp? At Grandma’s? Anyway, Gerri told Eric that he was very lucky to have me. Then Eric introduced me to his cat, a silver tabby named Victor, I think. A man came after Eric and arrested him. We were separated, and he took him to jail with a bunch of naked queers. The guard also had another silver tabby cat. When the two of them were alone Eric overpowered the prison guard and had him on the ground. Victor came and started sucking on the guard’s cat. The cat’s foot shrivelled up as if it had been freeze dried or mummified, all black, curled, and crisp. Victor now morphed into a tiny new kitten and wore a yellow flower around his neck. Eric took him and hid him under some brambles, and we were reunited for a spell. The prison guards were after us, shooting at us. We dove into a dark river and when we came up for air we had been transformed into two other bodies. I was Latin and Eric had become a strong black man with strange eyes. I told Eric that this wasn’t me, but he assured me that I was myself saying, “It is!”.  We floated on some branches until we arrived at a complex. When we got to the black man’s home his family was terrified, knowing that it wasn’t really him but a body snatcher. Like my dorm room, they also had a Japanese sliding door. I asked Eric about Victor, and he told me that he would find us.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

A Look Inside the Chateau

My Doll Room

Too Good to Wait for the Book & More

   1/14

  I reached over to scribble this dream down, but my dream notebook wasn’t there, so I jotted it down in the back of Catherine Cookson’s The Mallen Lot. It was just too much to miss. It began in college, I was dressed to the nines and wore snakeskin shoes. I had a couple of buddies, and one of them had an eight millimeter film in a canister steeped in acid, that is, LSD. We gathered in a dark little hovel to watch, but something went wrong, and up on the screen it looked like a yellow layer cake with jelly filling and chocolate icing, running and dripping. Meanwhile a small crowd had gathered round to watch. I didn’t know any of them. A couple of the boys were cute and smiling. There was another dark haired one who was on me like Frankie for breakfast. My friends weren’t wild about the newcomers, I could tell. There was a sandy haired girl with a ponytail wearing a navy blue sweatshirt amongst them who obviously liked one of the cute boys and got all shitty with me. I took her outside and straightened her out. By that I mean that she no longer considered me a rival and carried on. Then, two twin dolls, big, maybe four foot tall, made out of tin and painted with chippy acrylics, came at me, dancing down the hall. They had pink faces, blonde curls, and matching blue lace trimmed pants suits. Somehow I avoided them, and my brother joined the crew with his guitar. Supposedly he was to sing a funny new song about Satan. We must’ve been packed into a small dark room backstage. As my friends were still working on the film the dark haired stranger with the big eyebrows was rolling a joint when he bit me and blamed it on my snakeskin shoes. Another I had to set straight, although, this one, I really didn’t like. He was very typical and creepy. I left the room, and there was a dark old ticket stand with a tattooed hand coming from the window, not unlike Thing, motioning for me to come hither. When I did, another white boy with a crew cut jumped out, grabbed me, and pinned me to the floor with a gun to my head. He then tried to hold me down, like I thought I was such a badass, thought I was smart. Then he pulled a pair of brown womens' panties embroidered with colorful tulip buds out from somewhere as if they were mine. I was momentarily in shock, but then, even as I lay there on the floor with the gun to my head, I announced to the gathering crowd that they were Mummy’s underpants. This put him off. Good, I continued. Told him to kill me, then, I wasn’t afraid of him, old lady underpants stealer, and got up. 

  Then, I dreamed that I was shopping online for Dame Darcy dolls. I had made a little pink flute and noticed that she was selling the same kind, cheap.

I'm considering publishing my first dream book in other formats. Here's the paperback: Dana's Dreams

  

 Free Gaia TV this week. Frankie and I watched Chariots of the Gods from 1970, obviously inspiration for Ancient Aliens and Robert Sephr. We liked it. We're on the fourth lecture of Mystery Teachings now. It's really trippy and deep. Think that had lots to do with the dream. Frankie is just a hucklebuck, so he slept through the lessons. 

The Haunted Aquarium

  Oh, boy, it's a new year. I couldn't sleep last night and was super crabby this morning. Maybe it was the Jihadi in New Orleans, don't know. I'm sensitive like that. I was messing with Dame Darcy as usual over the Yellow Snow. I was really thankful for Isabelle Red Riding Hood, I can tell you. Anyway, I've been really into cleaning and exercising lately. Ron is ruining it with pizza, but you'll have that. Don't know why all I want to do is write. Free Great Courses this week which I love. Watched prehistoric Ireland and the southern American colonies, both were good, but I can't watch television. After finishing Fanging with Claude that was totally a happy accident, I'm supposed to be working on my Gettysburg game, dressing a Helen Kish doll as a Native American to sell, and painting What We Do in the Shadows paper dolls. All of these were put off due to Fanging with Claude. I'm so moody. The Haunted Aquarium, a childrens' book, is likely to beat them all. I've been drawing and painting birds and fish since I was a kid, I'm a natural. The Haunted Aquarium is going to be about Julius moving into Vishnu's haunted aquarium. I bet Frankie will have a part. So, Happy New Year! That's what's up. Nosferatu was my last Christmas gift from Ron. The acting is superb. Beware the Yellow Snow. Mummy wanted to name me Snow, but Daddy said I'd grow up to be a drug dealing stripper. I was stalked by an owner of a strip club in New Orleans who obviosly had syphilis in the family. No fooling me. Ron took me back to Ephrata Cloister the other night. I got a cd of American music (1586-1998): The Songs of the Turtle Dove, a turtle dove enamel pin, and a bird fraktur talking about love. No wonder the vampire LeSnot was made there. ☮, no, Really. 

Fanging with Claude

 

O, My Ghoul!

   O, my ghoul, I thought she was just a commie hyena ho who sucked old political cock, let pedophiles off the hook, and was Oogie Booger's buddy to get where she is. I didn't realize she was a complete moron. I had eighth grade students that could speak better than this. Even the special ed kids were better. It's not funny. 

See the Moron for Yourself

  Holy shitter, I think the commies have already deleted the video. I shouldn't be surprised. I hate shitter and all psycho media. I had quit shitter back when Oogie Booger was president. I continued to recieve his commie 💩 even after SPAMMING him. Then, after Elon Musk took over I magically, (that goes out to Dame Darcy ✨), started getting emails from X. I started to use it, only to get suspended. Now, they won't let me delete my account, says it's because I'm suspended. In other words, still 💩. 

Read the Full Article, Then!

  As my great grade school girlfriend put it, "we're fucked". 

  PS: The Kid Smeller Knows what a Moronic Liar She Is

  O, & What a Ho

  Dude, she's a little long in the tooth to suck her way out of this 💩. 

  Sho' nuf' tain't no Roller Girl.

Kindred Guardians

 Just got my copy of Kindred Guardians. Still need Halloween Dreams playing cards. I'll be hitting her up again for Christmas. Like Dame Darcy, I just 💗 everything from Paulina. 

Kindred Guardians

Dreams 8/19

   I only remember the end of this dream. I was dressed like a nun and came home to the big green dollhouse where I lived with Dame Darcy. Our mission was to shake down the patriarchy. I must've really kicked some ass because my back was hurting when I woke. 

Dreams 7/20

 Back to forgetting my dreams, so I got up for this one. I was at a sort of harvest festival with Ron. I was dressed in a long black cloak and wore a black mask. There were vendors with booths, Dame Darcy was amongst them. I'd won some kind of title, Harvest Queen, or something. Ron and I proceeded through a long type of corn or hay maze across farm land, barns, and granaries. At the end when everybody was packing up to go I stopped by Dame Darcy's little booth where she was putting away stickers, crochet items, and other crafty wares. There were these little stickers in a strip like mermaids, sailors, and umbrellas. She said I could have five of them. 

Right on Time

 Oh, my ghoul, can you believe this? It's right on time, (syncronicity).

Syncronicity

I just got this fabulous handmade package from my Liverpudlian ghoulfriend. Is that little Barnabas in the bed? The witches are going to have a ball with their new magic book. Somebody is going to get a new coffin. Vlad went to live with Susie Blue Witch, and we all know Barnabas moved to England, so will it be Ambrosia Briar? Doll Land has settled down since Bloody Mary moved to Spain as I was telling Dame Darcy, but there will always be lifeless corpses... 💖 I've got twin frozen Charlottes from when The Allies bombed the doll factories where the Nazis killed the artists and stored their ammo; and they're looking good as the Grady twins, so I guess I'm sending them to Liverpool once I finally dress their nakey asses, what do you say? Comments are welcome on this rare and magically hexciting post. Funny but I'm up to Master Miles Brockington in The Three Witches Magic Shoppe just now, and guess what? Minie' Ball, (all five comics), ought to be available soon in paperback, and maybe even hardback. We'll see... ✨ I tried to publish them as an ebook, but am facing difficulties. Sorry about that. I do try. ☮ Oh! I'd forgotten to mention that the commies at The Pony Hexpress had opened this package as usual. 😠 At least they didn't steal it for once. This is why I ship UPS. 

Dreams 5/15

Another dreaming night: first I was staying with Dame Darcy. We were having loads of fun making big black cat cookies. At least I think they were cookies, might've been pancakes. I was about to go to sleep next to her bed on my futon on the floor when this woman with a bobbed hair cut said she was sleeping there. She had a rolled up mattress, said it was a water mattress, and that my futon would work well. I told her it would not, that the wood would cause her water mattress to leak, and that it was mine. 

Next, Alex was living back with his parents in Pittsburgh. We were planning a motorcycle trip to shake down a political scandal. I was concerned about what clothes to bring. I thought jeans, calculating that three pair might be enough. I was thinking I could wear my college Express black backpack with the lipstick print on my back. I thought I could wear my jeans more than once and asked Alex if we could go to laundromats. He said, yes. His motorcycle was really small with big handlebars. It had a little drawer on the bottom that held loose change. I wondered where I would put my Cabbage Patch Kids sleeping bag. He said we were going shopping for the trip. It was a bookstore, and his sister, named Summer, worked there. I had picked out a stuffed leather Eeyore, a clothespin fairy in a dark printed gown with black painted hair and antennae, and some various one dollar sale stationery items, one of which was in a little blue and white tin with an old house. As I was checking out with Summer, I was thinking I only had twenty-three dollars in the bank and started putting things like Eeyore back. I'd gotten the stationery, and Summer told me I needed one more item, so I got the fairy too. Now, we were back at Alex's parents, sitting at the kitchen table. Alex was eating some noodles when his other sister came in. Her dark hair was pulled back tight, and she wore a red hoodie with a black print. She sat down at the table with us and grabbed my hands. "Look how small you are!", she said. "Look how small you both are!" Now, Alex's mother came into the kitchen, only like his sisters, it wasn't really her. I envisioned her other son's grave, just then, in a hole beneath a bush with a smiley face drawn in the dirt. He had killed himself. I said, I was sorry that somebody had dug him up and buried him with my cousin. She got very upset with me and left. Alex went into another room and was pulling out the top drawer of a dresser. I was behind him, I apologized, and said that I did not know why I had brought his brother up. He told me he did not want to talk about that asshole. 

Dreams 10/3

 

First, I had gotten a job teaching at the mall. It was my first day, and I hadn't been there before. I had Little Pearl, my little green car, in the parking lot. Her trunk was loaded with hundreds of hard backed books I had purchased through the job. I've never been to this mall before, it was immense: nicer than any I've ever seen. The shops were unfamiliar. I was walking, walking, and walking. I had on fancy little flat shoes, and my feet were killing me. I was late when I went into the second dream. 

Now, I was at my parents' house, and it was night. I got into Little Pearl, but nearly crashed into Kelly's yard next door. She was swerving, and I had to put my hand down, out of the window, to avoid flipping over. I was driving and swerving, lost, as usual, when I came to a funny sort of bridge or something. The ground opened up, concrete stamps came down, and swallowed the car, like a garbage disposal. I was afraid, so sent Little Pearl without me and went to the other end to watch for her to come out. There was a swift moving creek, and a lady with long white hair in a long white gown with pink ribbons swept past. She looked like a Dame Darcy character, a spirit, or a faery. Waiting, Little Pearl never ascended, and I lapsed into the third dream. 

I was in Mummy's kitchen, and she was telling me about getting me more Leprechauns for Christmas. The phone rang, and it was my Aunt Nancy. At first Mummy was talking to her, but then, she put me on. Aunt Nancy asked if I had seen the Peter Pan poster at the airport she'd left for me. I told her I did. I had gotten her something Peter Pan and the black and white poster was her way of thanking me, only I hadn't known it when I saw it. Now, my brother was also in the room, and I had swatted a fly near the sink. I swatted another, big hairy one, and it's white head popped clean off. Mummy said it was the queen. 

Finally I was in an old-fashioned library with a small group of people I don't know in real life. One was an older man with a gray beard. I think he was our leader. Anyways, all the time we'd been meeting I had no idea there was a rummage shop owned by an older lady off to the left of the library. I found an original hard glossy plastic, almost like Lucite, Gene doll with a big red head and a bobbed hair-cut. She was like a shelf sitter with dangling legs made from beads and buttons. She had a little black hat. She was sitting on a glass shelf near another doll and a big wooden jewelry box. I wanted her but wasn't sure if I had enough money for her as she was over a hundred dollars. I was carrying her around and asked the lady if I didn't have all of the money for her if I could pay the remainder next week, and she agreed. Meanwhile I was still browsing and went to the back of the store. There, in a corner, on a round table was a little sailor doll in a light blue uniform with gold slippers that looked as if they had been added. They were garish, almost like tiny sequins, and certainly were not original to the doll. I picked him up. He was plastic, a bit bigger than Dawn Dolls, with rooted lashes. He resembled Cracker Jack in a lighter sailor suit. He had the cap. There was a man behind me, I assumed he was gay. Then, I went to the front of the store where a girl that looked a lot like the "Gene" doll, with an even redder bob, stopped me. She was dressed like a goth in a black pleated mini skirt that was too short for her, and black and white knee socks. She asked if I knew her, and said she was Sadie, a cousin's daughter. Now, I got in line to pay for the doll; it was very long, wrapping around, easy to lose your place. When I finally reached the front somebody had left a brown bag full of green and yellow swiggly gummy worms candy that the lady called MacKenzie Worms. She said I could have them, but I told her they were bad for my teeth. It appeared I did have all of the money for the doll, but I never got to pay her she was taking so long. I was standing there with Ron's mother's little blue with pink flowers silk purse from her wedding, I believe, waiting. I was about to tell her I had to get going or the group would leave without me, and I wouldn't know my way home when I woke. 

Kittywinder - Scream of the Weak EP (1995)

Worry Dolls

 I had these as a kid, I either bought them at the mall at The World Bazaar or on vacation in California when I was nine, can't remember which. They're from Guatemala. You tell them your worries at night before you fall asleep, and they take them away. A couple of years ago my girlfriend sent me a bigger set in an organza bag for my birthday, but Ron just got me these same ones I had as a girl in San Antonio. This is the photo he took with his phone from the store display. Says they're made by Mayans. I plan to use them when I Return to Marie's Chateau as I now have a proper coven of Darcinians led by Prince Lucifer, himself, so the Pippas have lots to worry about...

Return to Marie's Chateau

Dreams 3/10

Dreamt I was in a familiar place, but nothing was what it seemed. It was either Gettysburg, New Orleans, or Savannah, I think, in that order. I was walking to a party, on my way to a big white house that I knew well. It was a costume party, and I was dressed in black with a cape, wig, and make-up. What's more, I had a matching doll, dressed just like me. She was a big boudoir type of doll. Some man stopped me along the way, but I can't recall what he wanted. By the time I'd gotten to the house everything seemed different, so I thought I was lost. It was my friend Yvette's house, the blonde English lady from Most Haunted. No, I don't know her, but we were apparently friends in the dream. I went in the house and was assured that I'd come to the right place. The dining room was sparse, bare wood, much like a country farm house. It was not decorated. I sat down at one end of the table and was talking to someone. The place was filling up, and I went to the other end of the table, leaving my doll behind. My friend, Darcy, came in, and I was reminded that I had to get back to my own house, so hurried away, leaving my doll behind. When I got home all my stuff was piled up in the parlor as I was moving. There were a lot of people there. The reason I'd come home was to pick up a bright green briefcase that was on a heap along with my other belongings. It contained my jewelry, and I was afraid it could get stolen, so I grabbed it and left. Then, I was on my way to another party. Seemed like old times. This house was a red brick, and my friends, Denise and DJ, from school lived there. I also had cousins, David and Denise. Anyways, their party was really hopping, spilling out the door. Some guy commented on my wig saying it was made out of chicken legs. I saw DJ and asked him if I could hide my briefcase, there, and he said I could.