Dreams 8/13

 

 8/13

  Dan and I were in the souvenir shop at the inn looking at a DOLLS magazine. A Schoenhut boy that I had seen at the Nazareth auction, refinished with a new wool wig and blue sailor suit, was on the cover. I told him that I knew the doll. 

  The following dream took place at a really posh hotel with many storeys, twists, and turns. Mummy and Carl were there from the start. I checked into my room on the Trafalgar floor, or at least, I think, that’s what it was called. Mummy and Carl were on the same floor. There were old-fashioned, long, mahogany painted lockers outside my room, and I put all of my money in a small white envelope inside. I chatted with Mummy before meeting my neighbor, Mike’s girlfriend, and two daughters. The woman was tall and big, and they all had long blonde hair and blue eyes as big as saucers. We were walking along, chit chatting, and stepped out onto a breezeway. A fat greasy white man with messy brown hair and rimmed glasses stopped the blonde and gave her a squeeze; she seemed distressed. At this point Carl caught up with me, and we reentered the grand hotel with gleaming carved dark wood bannisters and colorful art deco style. I realized that I hadn’t locked my locker, so we attempted to rush back to our floor only to realize that we were incredibly lost and had no idea where we were or how to get back. We entered a golden lit room with a mound of souvenirs tagged for sale, stacked like a layer cake. There were old-fashioned dolls dressed in gingham, cotton and felt worked quilted squares with doll faces, plush stuffed JAWS ghost sharks, enormous Raggedy Ann puzzles, and lots more. The vintage valentine with a little blonde girl dressed in a white snowsuit and riding a red rocket reminded me that I had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, and I wondered about it. Carl asked what my favorite thing in the pile was, and I told him that I liked the quilted doll squares, and he agreed. Two little girls, maybe three, but very small for their age, whizzed past us. I stopped the brunette and asked her if she knew how to get back to the Trafalgar floor, and she told us that she did. However, she chased the other up a dark wood spiral staircase like a couple of rabbits and left us scrambling behind trying to keep up. 

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  Ding dong, the dreaming’s back! The dreaming, dreaming, dreaming’s back! Ding dong, the dreaming’s back again! I think it is because I’m down from five days a week to three for summer. I’m having a good time. I’ll likely be back to five days a week come fall. 

  I drank a chocolate milkshake in my first dream, it was filling. It gave me the energy for the second. 

  My dreams have been taking place at markets and fairs, and this was no different, it was a holiday fair. It began with a round table covered with a red tablecloth. I was selling comic books. A little girl with a sandy bobbed haircut was interested in one with a red back cover; she called it her favorite. Then I was taking down beautiful sprays of fir wreaths from the wall and commenting on how Mummy would love them. There was a little quince stuffed ornament. I was shocked to turn over the red stamped price tag to discover that it was $29.95. I hung it by the counter. My ex was there. Also, the fat dream woman, that he had kissed which broke us up, was with her husband. As far as I know they don’t exist. There were big stuffed colorful scarecrows, man and wife, in a cardboard box on the ground outside, beneath a tent. Alex was busy organizing a train of little kids, all dressed up for Christmas, they rode tricycles, wagons, and the like. He called me over to help. I woke up with the same little girl from the start. She asked me to sign her favorite comic, the “one with the pillow”. I thought it was gone, but it was still there.

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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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  Somehow my first dream snippet was lost. The second took place by a pond in spring. A young, naked, Barbara Eden plucked some black downy feathers and tossed them to the wind. She reappeared, lying down on her back in the moss. Black feathers and down filled in all around her until she became a great black water bird like a swan. I got very little sleep thanks to Arthur and Frankie with his wand. He locked himself in the cellar dragging it behind him. 

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 3/3

  Well, it wasn’t the corn chowder! I have loads of dreams to report. The first one took place in a lodge in the country and starred Ron. I was shopping for eggs and pushing a little buggy. The women that worked there laughed at me, and I soon discovered why. There were all kinds of eggs: big, small, brown, pink, and pale green. I tried to put the long blue egg carton in my buggy, but it wouldn’t fit. 

  Next, I was at a lake with a boy. He had a worm at the base of his head behind his neck which caused his spinal cord to be crossed and tied like a helix. 

  The soundtrack began with the third dream: Air Supply’s “Sweet Dreams”. It took place in a barn store with four kittens. They all were fluffy with long hair, Persian-like. Three of them were tortoiseshell colors and were climbing up a cord like monkeys. The fourth was red, white, and blue, amazing, like a catcake. 

  Dream number four took place in a splendid old house. It might’ve been a boarding house; there were a lot of young women staying there. I had given a heavy-set dark-haired girl a catalog which she was so happy about that she hugged me. I think that she was planning to start a small business. I moved to a living room where a tall blonde Canadian man in a suit that looked like something that Elton John would wear was speaking to a group of musicians, all men. His coiffure had to have been a wig, it looked like Dolly Parton’s. He said, “What a house!” He asked me if I had ever seen such a house before, referring to the decor. I told him that once I was in a house with six drummers. He was not impressed.

  They just kept getting better. I have six pages of scribbly notes to go on, and the fifth dream was my favorite. It starred Theresa, and I feel as if she has really visited with me. I sent out Thomas’s birthday gift yesterday, a copy of DOC that he should’ve gotten for Christmas, lost at my brother’s, since Theresa never came to pick it up. She was really acting up, the old Theresa, I knew, before life sucked the soul from her. We were shopping in an exclusive and very expensive gift shop full of glass cases, shelves, and delicate precious things. There were miniature fairy rooms, dolls, and furniture. I was thinking about asking the price of a small wooden chicken and a tiny porcelain fairy. Theresa was at a huge old-school Halloween mask rack. She wanted the Wednesday Addams mask at the top, and said, “I have an idea.” She wanted me to climb up the rack, but when I wouldn’t she started laughing and shaking the rack. 

  In the final dream I was with Ron in a strange dark shopping center. It wasn’t a mall or a market, something entirely different, more like Epcot Center only less glamorous. I think that my parents were around because I had a ton of left-over fried food like chicken fingers and french fries with gravy, in the biggest doggy bag ever. It was plastic, like a bag, very colorful and printed, (there were mermaids at the top), and looked like a large suitcase. I was trying to figure out how it opened at the top. There were two flaps to tear and reinsert. There were a couple of siblings, probably in their twenties, with dark hair, maybe Spanish. They were begging, sitting at a small table set with glasses of water. I said that the boy was a motherfucker. The girl was pretty and embarrassed. I told her that she wasn’t a motherfucker. Then I walked home in the dark. I passed by a crowded, lit tavern where I was talking about Shiner, out loud, to myself, before remembering that he was dead. When I got home I expected to find Ron. Instead, my ex, Paul, came out from under the stairs wearing a black band t-shirt like he wouldn’t be caught dead in. He was working in a shop. He said, “It’s me.”

   It was a record night for dreams. I had been watching Grantchester when I fell asleep, but I think these were more inspired by New Castle After Dark’s Images from 1972 starring Susannah York.  

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 2/18

  The new moon meant massive dreaming for me! First, a horror: I was lying on the couch, here, watching television. An adorable tiny white lion cub, complete with a mane, jumped up on the couch with me. Then, his father, who was also white, strutted into the room followed by a white bull African elephant who gored the father and child. I cried over the bloodied cub. 

  Then Ron and I moved into an enormous apartment building. I had to go shopping but didn’t know where my car was parked. Ron told me that it was on the third or fifth floor of the attached parking garage. I told him about the dream with the elephant and lions. I went to the fifth floor first; there were concrete steps. There were loads of people that I had to climb over including a teenage white girl with sandy hair who was wrapped up in a handmade afghan, reading. I could not find my car and wandered over to an old-fashioned elevator decked out in red Persian rugs. I decided not to use it and went to the fifth floor. There was a room with a small court in session that I did not disturb. I passed an old organ against the wall. In a lobby was a display of gorgeous flowering aquatic plants in a large tank of sparkling water. I took a yellow pamphlet concerning them. A small girl carrying a Wendy Lawton doll in a box stopped and asked about Frankie. She said that she had a friend in Whitaker who had told her all about him and that she was from Pittsburgh. Just then a huge black and white bob tailed cat, big as a sheepdog, jumped up and gave her a warm hug. A blonde woman came out from her apartment talking about the cat. She was wearing turquoise silk Chinese capri pants with a flouncy blouse. I followed her into her apartment. It was very messy, dirty. She stood in front of a full-length mirror and applied blue gel beneath her eyes, really rubbing it in. Suddenly her face looked like a dinosaur with stripes of yellow and green colors across her nose. I told her that I liked her pants, and she said something about everybody doing tai-chi. I left her apartment and could hear the song “Me and the Devil” playing over a speaker. I went outside down a few cement steps and into the mud where there were three little dogs; one of them was called Arthur. There was an older woman out there talking about all of the dead Indians. I went back up to our large empty apartment that was painted all white and in need of a paint job. I told Ron that the place was a dump and that I couldn’t find my car.

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 2/4

  My first dream took place in my last bedroom back in Clover Crest. A friend of mine was asking about a Monster High doll. I told him that her name was Blondina Blonde. I had a small color brochure in my right hand desk drawer that featured her. Neither of us had the doll. 

  The second dream was wild and crazy, caused by Arthur and Frankie beating on my door. I got up, opened the door, and two dolls, one bigger than the Governess, a chinahead doll of mine, were running at me. The Governess got down on all fours and ran to my door like a cat. It was so realistic that I woke up astounded. What a riot. 

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  In my first dream I was surprised that Theresa was sitting at the table. Her hair was dark, and she wore glasses. I was so happy and astounded that I played at small talk before asking her what had happened. I was about to burst into tears when Ron and Steve came in. I was trying to make coffee, but there was an overflow with the coffee maker. Steve wore dark glasses and was sitting on a couch that does not exist in this house. It might’ve been my mother’s floral couch from the old house on Donna Avenue. I was calling Steve, Scott. A young bride and groom joined us, just married. They were on a bicycle. The bride had long dark hair and wore a purple floral maxi dress that looked like something from the early seventies. She had a little veil. 

  Ron and I lived in a big old empty house in the second dream. He said that something was going on, and it wasn’t good. We went outside; the sky was shocking blue. There were big metal clips in the sky. That’s what we noticed first as we walked up the road with our little robot, about the size of a lap dog, who followed along. Then we saw a massive aircraft with three warheads. We turned around and headed back to the house. We were trying to be nonchalant, but I hurried the little robot along. It was red and blue and almost looked like a bowling bag. There were aliens with orange squid heads in long blue robes walking along, and the sky was filling up fast with little aircraft. I was pretty scared. When we were back inside the house, I opened up my white plastic dollhouse. I was eating some crushed crackers and dried petals that were tucked inside the dollhouse. Ron asked if I could eat them. I was trying to make us small enough that we could hide in the dollhouse.

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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.

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Dreams 12/17

 12/17

  Toot! Toot! All aboard The Dreamland Express! What a ride. It all started off innocent enough. I was outside in the country during the early afternoon with Mummy. There was a litter of kittens, two or three months old. I picked a long-haired gray one who I called Woo Woo until I could come up with a better name. She had something funky and white around her ears. I had her in the living room of a big old Victorian house that I’ve never been to before. 

  Then I was hit with an epic ongoing nightmare that I’d wake up from only to be pulled back into again. It began on a rainy night in an old-fashioned diner where I was waiting tables. A little dark-haired girl and her mother were sitting at my station. After my shift I walked home to my apartment building which wasn’t far. I was accosted by a young white woman who stole my Stranger Things makeup pouch. She got on her bike and rode off, but I remembered her license number. I think it was 5 R, or something like that. It was a little yellow plate. Anyway, I followed her to a shopping mall where she met up with her girlfriend. I was stalking them. They were talking about going to a candy shop. I heard their names and wrote them down, but I’ve forgotten them. I went back home, but there was a man in a trenchcoat blocking me from getting into my apartment. He said that he was helping me, but I fought him off. Outside again now I ran into yet another couple of young white women. One had a platinum bob, and her legs were bare beneath a mini skirt or shorts. They attacked me. I tried to drive off in my car, but it was wrecked and set on fire. Blondie was behind a dumpster where I hit her in the face with something combustible. Her head caught fire. Having escaped those two, the others were back, and they had another friend, a young Hispanic man. The girl who stole my bag stabbed me in the eye. I could still see. It was a bent blade that somehow went down behind my eye. Her friend was upset that she’d stabbed me, but the stabber insisted it was for my protection. Now I was back at the diner where I saw the woman with the little girl and sat down with them. That’s when I realized that the two thieves were also there, sitting right next to us. I repeated their names and license, and the young mother knew they had been busted. I demanded that they give me back my bag. Once I had it, I left, but the Spanish guy was on my tail trying to stab me when the cops caught up with him, and there was a shoot-out. 

  My final dream wasn’t bad. I was back home again with Mummy and BJ, my high school boyfriend. We were playing a card game called Mob. My legs were bare and very hairy. I was plucking the hairs out. They were two inches long.

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  12/15

  So many dreams to report from the snow, luckily Arthur woke me up after five for the first. It took place at Monster High. It was very modern and loaded with mean girls. There were three Bigfoot girls who were named something to the order of Marisol Poxi. They were each very different, but all tremendously huge. They were well over seven feet tall and very strong and muscular. The main character was a lavender color with short platinum blonde hair. She wore a mini skirt. Raven Queen from Ever After High was there too, saying that she wasn’t evil. Supposedly there was a contest, who was the most evil? The Bigfoot girls all wanted in on that one. Skinny Smalls had black licorice laces for legs and needed a walker. She was also pale purple with a platinum bob. The main blonde Bigfoot escaped to a club with a manster. I am not sure what he was, maybe green, but he was skinny and dwarfed by the Bigfoot. She said that he must like the smell of beer because the Bigfoots reeked of it. He did. 

  Next I was having lunch in a dimly lit rather nice tavern with Beth from the Letitia Penn Doll Club. We had a toddler girl with us. It was a good time.

  Then I was back in Mummy’s kitchen, sitting at the table with Amber Pavuchak from high school. I asked her if she remembered meeting me in fifth grade through Sharon Petrozza. She didn’t. We were in band. Sharon and I played flute, and Sharon called Amber her best friend. Amber played drums and bells. She pointed her sticks at us. Then I asked her if she remembered getting babysat by my Aunt Janet; she did. Aunt Janet, and everybody else for that matter, preferred Anne and thought that Amber was a brat. I told Amber that it must be hard having such a wonderful sister.

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Dreams 12/7

   12/7

  It was a wild ride on the dream train this morning. The first dream from last night is fuzzy. Again, it involved pets: dogs and sweaters. I think I sold dog sweaters? I remember walking a little Corgi on a leash. 

  The next one was big. It started with a college course taught by a young white male professor. Not sure what the class was, maybe something to do with art or philosophy, but it was a small class. I was young, probably nineteen. We had a test, then I went to a motel room where I was given a small plastic fashion doll, like a Madame Alexander Cissette, only Wendy sized, (eight or nine inches tall), in a blue metal trunk. The doll had ginger hair swept back. She wore extremely high heeled spiked silver shoes. The outrageous thing about her was that she came along with a bit of gray plastic that I knew to be a doll dildo or self fuck stick. My other classmates joined me in the room. The self fuck stick was all of the discussion. A heavyset male classmate looked a lot like an old student of mine, Westley. I was given a black folder that contained an eight by ten black and white class picture. I was in the bottom left hand corner looking a lot like I had in the tenth grade. My hair was curly in a wild bob, and I wore a black lace top. I was very thin. Our grades for the course were also encoded therein. I was surprised that only one student had been given an A as a final grade. I got a B. I thought that I had an A. I left the room to use the restroom. Upon exiting a rabity looking skinny blonde janitor stopped me and asked if I was a Steeler fan or something to that effect. I told him no, that I loathed monkeyball, and he got very defensive and shitty with me. I went back to the room. My classmates had gone, and a black and white Blondie video was on the TV. Now some young Hispanic mothers had joined me on the bed with their little girls who were grade school aged. They were put off by the doll self fuck stick, and the Blondie video had something to do with it. Supposedly Blondie was trying to outlaw football and something else at the same time. Smoking? Not sure, but a young white female doctor in a lab coat joined us with a syringe of beet juice that she was about to shoot one of the mothers up with. Maybe she failed the monkeyball test? I told her that I loved beet juice, and she nodded her head like my English teachers used to in junior high. Miss Allen came to mind. Then I went home to Ron. We lived in the ranch down the street. He asked if I had seen the brochure from the real estate company on the dining room table. He said that it had come in Jay’s name, that he and Annie had ordered it. He wondered if they were moving. I thought that it must’ve been an old address since they had lived in the house before us. Arthur woke me up at this point, jumping on my head. 

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  I dreamed that I was at home in the house where I grew up. My Aunt Fawnie came out on the porch and kissed me. “They took California off of us,” she lamented. I told her it was full of commies anyway. Then the house was under siege. Frankie was there; I tried to scoop him up in my arms and run away with him, but he escaped my clutch. I had a machine gun and was shooting men in their heads. Their brains were splattering, and I was thinking, good, another one down. This dream was all Ron’s fault, always hounding me with his political bullshit that I don’t give a fuck about. 

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  Ron and I were having a holiday near the beach. It was someplace like Mystic. We wandered into a little family owned shop that used to be a restaurant where we had eaten before. The place was run by three siblings, two women and a man. I think their names were Anna, Sarah, and Tom, but can’t be sure. Anna was the oldest, probably in her fifties, and Sarah, the youngest, was a plump red head in her forties with pearly white skin. The shop was old, two floors, and interesting. I hadn’t realized that we had been there, years before, for a while. They sold all sorts of crafts. We were talking to all of them, but Sarah, mostly. She told me a story about a ghost tapping her on the shoulder. She said that she was going out in the boat. Ron and I sat down at a crowded counter space and ordered some food. I had two little glasses, one being a clear dessert cocktail with some sort of Sambuca mix that I sipped at. I think the other was just water, but they were both served in long stemmed dessert glassware. I had gotten up from the counter and continued to look around while we were waiting for our food. Just then somebody rushed in saying that Sarah had drowned. We all went down to the pier which was a stone’s throw away. We could see the dinghy in the shallow water, then Sarah, wearing a black one piece bathing suit, very white, on her side. Her face was hidden beneath her ginger curls. She looked like a seashell caught in lichen. We went back to the shop. I went downstairs and found two pieces that Sarah had made, a tiny seashell or stone mermaid, about an inch long, for curing migraines and a seal tray that I think was carved from Larimer. The seal might’ve been for incense. Both had little tags with Sarah’s name handwritten. Things got really chaotic in the shop after the drowning. Everybody was in shock. I was paging through an old scrapbook with baby pictures of Sarah. I had given Anna my items to ring up, and she asked what I was doing downstairs. She also said that the sinus mermaid worked. Two men had robbed the place, stealing sixty dollars worth of merchandise. I was back at my seat at the counter looking at a Scarlet O’Hara craft doll kit: a little cotton poppet to sew with two frocks sealed in a plastic bag with material and instructions. A man and his wife were sitting next to me, and the fellow said that Sarah was an Aries. I told him that I was Aries. He said that he was thirty-nine. He was chubby with olive skin, looked Portuguese.  I told him that I was twenty-nine, and his wife laughed. I was thinking that I was older, but wasn’t lying, had only forgotten. There was an older woman in a yellow and pink striped colonial costume with a mob cap, powdered wig, and clown makeup. I had followed her to Tom’s room, which was like the room Grandpap slept in, Up Camp, the family summer cottage in the country. I went to take the video camera from her until I noticed that she was taping Tom sleeping. I went back to the counter, and Ron wanted to know where I had been and why I hadn’t drunk my drink. He was bagging up his food, some fish and chips, in a brown bag, and I helped. The food was still hot and looked good. By this time everybody had gathered out front, mourning Sarah. There was supposed to be a ball that night, at the shop, but it had been cancelled. 

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Dreams 9/30

 9/30

  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.

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Dreams 9/23

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  I dream so much when I’m not feeling well: my fevered brain. On with the show! In the first dream Ron and I were living in the country. We had a little gray Chihuahua. He had long soft white fur on his chest which he wore like a bib and long gray whiskers. He was very sprightly and energetic. Ron showed me a picture of a black and orange Pomeranian on his phone. He said that he belonged to Kevin Farren, a boy I graduated high school with. He said that Kevin and he played tennis with the dog. Then, the Chihuahua and I were covered in watermelon. Everything was splattered with sticky watermelon from the beige sofa to the white ceiling. After cleaning up the mess I went through the green field that was our front yard to a Chevy Blazer. I climbed in and woke up. 

  If you think that was fun or enough, then you are in for a treat, a Piranha treat. Now Ron and I were in a pet store. Frankie and my childhood dog, my big brother Bree, Hoagie, were also there. I think Ruth Price, a lady I used to work with, ran the place. There was an enormous Piranha, the biggest I’ve ever seen, a foot-and-a-half long, and fat, with its head sticking out of a metal cage. I told Ruth that I was afraid that he would snap off Frankie’s or Hoagie’s face, but she did not seem concerned. 

  In the third dream Ron and I were in a cult. I was baking him some chicken, but he said that he wanted a pretzel. I told him that he could have one on the side. 

  Finally, I dreamed that Frankie was sleeping on the dining room table. When I woke up he was communicating with Arthur from outside the door, telling him about the crunchy feast he’d left on the kitchen floor.

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Iggy Pop - Real Wild Child (Wild One)

Sir Frankie Crisp's playlist grows... Incoming... Dreams! First, Arthur and I had to clean up the kitchen. Frankie raided the cupboards and had crackers everywhere... 😹

Dreams 8/31

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  I dreamed that I had been sick or hurt, and a certain Doctor Julian had sent me to stay in a trailer with a young mulatto woman. The place was a dump, piled high with clothes, mostly. I was a good sport about it, beggars can’t be choosers. The trailer was on the wrong side of the tracks in town. I don’t want the first dream of the book to be a cliche, because it was not. The woman was friendly enough and had friends. The first visitor was a little black man with a long opium pipe. The pipe looked ancient, dried old wood like the bottom of an old puddle. The woman brought out a big glass water bong and wanted to share, but I told her that I was sick and should not. The second guest was a smallish sort of Bigfoot, maybe more of a swamp monster with long dark hair. He didn’t stay long. The third guest was an old high yellow black woman with long grizzled white hair who reminded me of Mama Odie from The Princess & the Frog. She wasn’t blind, but she had the air of magic. She was complaining that my bunk was piled high with the girl’s wardrobe. I could see some black and white sheets and a thin mattress, but the girl said that there was no bed beneath the pile. The elder said that Dr. Julian was going to have to do something about it. The girl went out, and the front screen door kept falling off the hinges. I wanted to lock the door. There was some sort of lock. I couldn’t even keep it on the hinges. Arthur woke me early. Welcome to Dana’s Dreams Four, I suspect it’s going to be a long one.

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