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Swallowed Alive by the Dolls

 

4/1

  Frankie slept curled up behind me. It is lucky for me that he didn’t eat my epic nightmare that is, for sure, a favorite. It took place in the old house in Oakland, as dreams often do. That place is still trying to suck me back. Annie was there, as well as my ex, Paul. We were having a movie night. It was dark, and the room was open. Annie was sitting on a shelf on the right hand side. I had brought snacks, ready for the film, when Annie asked if she could have a cup of tea. I went into the kitchen to find a teacup. It was a big chunky antique red, white, and blue teapot. As I washed it in the stainless steel sink three tiny dolphins, no bigger than minnows, swirled at the bottom before disappearing down the drain. When I say dolphins, I mean, the antique decorative sort found in Italian fountains, lamps, and old maps, with big bulging eyes, and top fin skull caps. They were dark gray, very slick. When I brought Annie’s tea to her I passed an open green swamp with an alligator and small dinosaur rising out from the duckweed. Annie was not impressed with her tea. She chatted with Paul about how Jay liked fat chicks. There were others watching the film; I watched some of them ascend the stairs to the left and followed. Upstairs was brighter and very Victorian. There were dolls everywhere, and more coming in. Mostly they looked like turn of the century German china head dolls, but there were milliner’s models, and mannikins, all sizes, some bigger than me. Some were wooden. They were all dressed like Victorians. The ladies wore long gowns with full skirts, fitted waists, and puffed sleeves. The gentlemen had slicked black hair, mustaches, and wore black tuxedos. What’s more, they were alive. They did not move very fast, nor did they seem very smart, but they were all moving, and the group continued to grow. I told them that they should not be up there and had to go. They ignored me. They knew that I was there, they were defying me. I started yelling at them, feeling pretty stupid, but there were so many that I was alarmed. Still, nothing. That’s when I started to push them, then hit them. When that didn’t work I began to hit them in the head, hard, with whatever I could grab as a weapon, intending to knock their heads off. I did not care that they were antiques. One of the ladies finally spoke, telling me that I wasn’t very Christian. They all were piled up on top of me by the end. I did not care, I gave up. I was swallowed alive by the dolls.

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 2/6

  Due to staying up all night watching Aquarius and finishing off a bottle of cheap guinea pinot grigio I was too lazy to write down my first couple of dreams that came with the ice storm. No worries, the third made up for them all. I was back in the house in Oakland only it was different, and there were other occupants including an old balding man. The place had a massive attic, and the old man opened up a grocery store up there. He said it was always his dream. I was flabbergasted by the bins of fresh fruits and vegetables: peppers and bananas. There was a keg of chardonnay, and I filled my fishbowl glass from the floor. But there was more, a lot more. At the far concrete block wall was a set of restrooms and an elevator. Beyond that was another room, a Christmas room, brimming with decorated trees with baskets of ceramics, ornaments, and crafts on the floor. I saw Mummy and Daddy, and none of us could believe it. Daddy was a bit overcome with it all and just sat and rested. The old man took me back to the front of the attic where there was a little room with a window that led out to sea. On a deck were a group of native fishermen and the water was swarming with black and white fish about the size of bluegills with fangs like a terrier. Dreaming, I knew their name, something like spelt. They were thrashing against the glass and broke through, three of them were flopping on the floor. There were a couple other women standing against the wall. I left the room having to use the bathroom. The bathrooms were a surprise: three of them, all different. The third was big for handicapped and pretty standard, but the first two were decorated with wreaths of raffia with red ribbons, hand towels, and other country decor. The first one had a shower with a plastic curtain. None of them locked, however, so I couldn’t use them. Mummy was there, using the second restroom. After leaving I wanted to go downstairs as I knew there were more bathrooms there. First I ran into Tim. He asked me if I could get him a Mountain Dew, and I told them they had Dr. Pepper. Then I met my brother and told him about the natives and fish. There were all sorts of cardboard boxes lining the wall full of an assortment of things including Red Witch who I took. I was wondering what she was doing there and if the old man had looted my dollhouses, only I could not remember seeing them. Then I came upon a girl, who I knew; she told me she was with a guy who I had dumped while taking a bath. I told her that was not how it happened as I was picturing it in my mind: I was in a clawfoot bathtub frothy with bubbles. My hair was tied back, and I had a natural sea sponge. Jess from Gilmore Girls came in, and I told him to get lost or something of the like. Then he, Jess, joined the girl. He was wearing a long dark wool coat and a red scarf. I still had to go to the bathroom, which is common in my dreams because I really have to go. 😂 That’s when I met Matt Koett. I showed him Red Witch, and he asked about the other dolls. I said that I didn’t know that I’d only found Red Witch. I finally reached the elevators where there was a girl with red hair that I’d known in the dream. She was selling fresh vegetables like green peppers and had a sign on her stand that read Live Oats. We spoke for a bit, and I moved on to where a woman was standing at the elevators complaining about missing her flight due to the monstrous market. There was a wall of stuffed animals like pink Squishmallows and lots more behind her when I woke up because I  had to go to the bathroom. 

2/7

  Very sick last night, so I did not dream until morning. I was at a class reunion. It began beneath a yellow and white tent where I was with some dream people that I knew when Janeen joined us, cute and chatty as ever. After she had gone John  came in, and when he heard that Janeen had just been there he said that she was such a slut. I told him that I’d heard the same about him, so he left. I was folding a burgundy satin sleeveless gown and a little black sequined shrug in the back corner that I had planned to wear to the outdoor ball later. Then there was a sort of alumni variety show. Theresa was there afterwards although she wasn’t in my class, which I hadn’t thought of. There were others, dream people, that I don’t really know. Theresa and I were in a dark sort of alcove, a place where two doors met. Curt, dressed in black, came in and stood against the door. He was trying to get my attention, “Dana… Dana”, but I was talking to somebody and had my back towards him. He got huffy and left. Theresa said that he was rude as usual. I told her that he had gotten snippy with Susan lately too. Now we had a kind of This is Your Life spread. It looked like a flea market, (I dream about them a lot), but the items were not for sale, they only represented our lives. I was talking to a woman who at first I did not remember, Cindy, maybe. She was accompanied by an older woman with black tied back hair, dressed in gypsy like silk skirts, her aunt. There was a black and white eight by ten photograph of her with her late parents. Supposedly she was some sort of debutante or lesser royalty. She had silk dolls that her aunt had made. When it got time to pack our stuff up and put it away I was helping her. Then I remembered having met her when we were teenagers. I put a little box with yellow and orange plastic gems in a box and taped it up. Her aunt said that it was cheap, and that she hadn’t made it, perhaps, her sister had. I was so busy helping others that I had avoided my own hoard that Theresa was packing up. I looked under a table, there were lots of big cardboard boxes, but they all had somebody’s last name printed in red magic marker on them. I looked at a box of mine that Mummy had sent. It was full of junk including a naked wooden doll with a primitive face wearing a bonnet. Her body was smooth and straight. She was a bit bigger than a Barbie. I noticed a beautiful black and gold Japanese bed with white silk sheets that a woman who was not in my class had in the front of the room. I was thinking that people had brought their very best. Leaving through a sunny glass door like you’d find at a diner, Jennifer Davidson told me to keep in touch. I was thinking that I wouldn’t, but that maybe we’d have a party and how much I liked parties.

Cupid

    Merlin passed away a few weeks ago. I was crushed, but he was fat and eating himself to death like Juno. I had been dieting him on bloodworms when Frankie came along. I think the added stress finished him off. I gave him an extra big seashell out in my fish cemetery. Cupid is the perfect Christmas fish. It has taken me this long to get pictures of him because he had been shy. He seems happy now. I had wanted a white Betta, I think they're called opaline, but Cupid is truly golden. I didn't even know that they existed. They had some deluxe Black Orchids like Lennox, but I only pick very healthy and friendly Bettas. They have to want to come home with me. Although I love the fancy Black Orchids, (Lennox is only a basic one), they didn't look too good. Cupid is gorgeous, and was only ten dollars. I find the less I pay for a Betta the healthier they are. Like dogs, the fancy breeds aren't as good. You can learn a lot from fish. It's true, being fat and stressed kills you too. 
 

Frankie Says

  Play time after lunch, & Norwegian trout is even better than wood. ✨

Offline today playing catch-up: 

TTYL 😻

 

Lennox

   I had taken Frankie's advice only to have forgotten my dream again- gone. It has been a while since I've blogged about my fish. The only good things about this past cruel summer after WWII Weekend were my books and my aquariums. I enjoyed a fabulous healthy happy time with them. We had gone to the Poconos Saturday to eat at The Waterwheel. When I got up that morning everybodies' favorite Paradise Betta the Tetra Killer was dead. He got put in a seashell and placed in the fish cemetery along with Felix and Mars. I moved Julius to his tank as he was outgrowing the frog tank. He seems happier with the three catfish: Oscar, Ector, and Govinda. Tattoo, the esmerald cory cat, in the frog tank is big. I'd been feeling sorry for him being the only cat there and considered moving Oscar back to his original frog tank. He's my oldest fish: I've had him for seventeen months. I expect him to live to be five like my cats I've had in the past. He's just too happy with his Glo cat friends for me to upset, so I got another esmerald for Tat, Rose. They are overjoyed, and it is very pleasing to watch. I had only gone to the pet store to get the catfish plus another Glow Light tetra for Shini. She schools with the neons and black neons in Merlin's cylindrical tank, but Vishnu had eaten her kin: Buddah, Lassit, and Atif before I moved her. I felt sorry for little Shini and picked up Garrish for her. I'm glad I did, and glow tetras are so much fun to watch whirling around a tall tank. I have been wanting a black Betta for a while. I only seem to see them when I don't have the room for them. That's how I got stuck with that murderous bitch Juno, my first and last female. Like Juno Lennox is a Black Orchid. He is small and young, so he fits well with the frogs and cats. I could not resist him. He's gorgeous. They had a White Opal male too. Some day I would like to have one. 

Tarot, Backyard Party, & Bettas

Fish Cemetery

 Couple of good things this summer, my fish and my books; otherwise it's been cruel at best. My three aquariums have been such a delight, but it wasn't always so. I have a fish cemetery. It's mostly full of Juno's and Vishnu's victims. Juno, that bitch, ate herself to death. I'll never get another bitch, nothing but trouble. The queers are correct about that. 

  Besides my Gettysburg game I've been writing Fanging with Claude. I've been having little Beatrix Potter, (big fan), kinds of books about buzzards, Bettas, and frogs swimming round my mind for years now. The buzzards will probably be first. 🐚

Dreams 7/7

 

This dream took place at a large outdoor summer party. There were picnic tables set up outside. The house seemed to be a small ranch. I think I was pretty young. I was in the house playing when my friends DJ and his wife arrived. DJ had a plastic printed gift bag for me. Inside there was a square glittery sticker book with WOW! on the front cover and a lot of loose Barbie doll clothes. I thanked him. His wife was not the wife I know but a fat green woman with a constant scowl. I was in what might've been a laundry room with some other young boys. I had a small fishtank on a low shelf that was crammed with fish including three large albino cory catfish. Somehow I was transferring the fish from the small tank to a big tank on a top shelf. Above the large tank there was square lattice work that appeared to be woven from jute. There were tiny dwarf frogs climbing there. Now I was on a sun porch talking to some women who might've been gossiping. I think we were eating cake. Anyway, they were talking about my friend Tracey who was at the party. One was talking about Tracey's husband's mistress. She said that he had called it off with her. Another asked what had happened? The gossip said that the mistress had killed herself. Now, Tracey was in the adjoining kitchen looking in a cupboard. Her husband grabbed her and beat her head in against the cupboard door with a fist sized rock as if he was hammering a nail. 

  I had forgotten my dream from a couple of days ago, but I think it concerned my ex-sister-in-law. These are some of my regular Dream People: DJ, Denise, Tracey, and Karyn. There are others including people I do not know in real life but visit my dreams. 

Fourth of July Tank Talk

Dreams 6/27

 I haven't been dreaming much, but I dreamed that my beautiful Vishnu was dead, and I had to fish him out. 

Dana's Dreams

 

Just released, Dana's Dreams is a 186 page paperback with a lifetime of color photos. It's pretty crazy. Are you featured in Dana's Dreams? I wouldn't be surprised. 

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Tank Talk

Ignis Koshi Chime with Gentle Fire Sounds | Connect to the 🔥 Element | R...

My fish love this music that just popped up by surprise. It is pretty nice and soothing. I am a fire sign, but my element is metal. When it popped up I'd had the back door open, and the windchimes from my girlfriend and brother, the gnomes and the cats, that I've had for over twenty years, were going crazy, so I just thought it was them. Windchimes are a sign that spirits are around. 🎐

Dreams 5/30

 Let's see what I can remember from this dream, I never got a chance to write it down. I was in a class with Eddie Munson and Rory Gilmore. I think it was a science lab. Then, I was at a party, and a high-school friend, Janeen, was there. She gave me a blue Betta in a jar with a little plant. I was trying to find an appropriate container to keep him in. 

Welcome Vishnu, Krishna, Shiva, Shini, Lassit, & Atif!

Dreams 5/23

 I dreamed that I was shopping at a store that sold pond supplies as in lily pads, water hyacinth, and the like. There were frogs and koi. It was damp, and I recall rocks, algae, and concrete. It might've been Mutschler's, probably. 

MUTSCHLER'S Rare Plants