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Sunday, March 22, 2026

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.



Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Dreams: 3/3

 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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Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog


Sunday, August 31, 2025

Dreams 8/31

  8/31

  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.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

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