Summer Harvest

  There are as many little ones still on the vine in both the front and backyard. The fish tank water has produced some monsters, twice as big as any you ever see at the grocery store. This is only my second big gourd harvest ever. I don't know why I don't get them every year. I don't think there are any pumpkins or squash this year either, just gourds. Some of them are so big that I thought they were yellow and spaghetti squash, but they aren't. 

 

Dream Notebooks

 11/18

  So many dreams to report, and I scribbled them in my dream notebook in the dark, so it’s like automatic writing and will require some deciphering and translating. First, Tim was here in the dining room and admired my high school class ring that I wasn’t wearing. Ron had an adorable buff colored rat terrier who looked like he had a mustache. The word, “steam”, is written in my dream book, but I can’t remember what it referred to: some sort of cleaning, I think. Maybe Frankie, the cat, had to be steam cleaned, but I can’t be sure. 

  Then I was walking my old grade school route to school, my old girlfriend, Stephanie Schwerian, was sitting on the steps. She wore a soft powder blue sweater, and her hair was longer. She mentioned something to me about “woke ass Irish” according to my dream script. I’m not sure what that refers to, but I think it had something to do with my tall dark haired boyfriend, Brian, who I also used to work with in a bar in the South Side. It wasn’t grade school, it was an enormous industrial high school, very stainless steel. I was driving my car, then, and Brian was in the passenger seat. There was a naked pink pearlescent Monster High doll with wavy blonde hair who was positioned backwards with her ass against the dashboard. Somehow she was interfering with my driving. “Gas tank” is scribbled in the notes, then, “stop”. I think I had told Brian that my gas gauge was broken, and he had me stop. 

  Then I dreamed of a broken glass cabinet in the bathroom that hung over the sink. 

  Finally, the show stopper: I was an English teacher and was hosting a big Halloween party. I had rented a hall. What was more, there had been a national essay contest sponsored by somebody, and people that weren’t even my students, like Theresa, had entered. I had given a guy with auburn hair a cassette tape which I thought had old Smiths cover songs that my friends and I had performed. I got the results of the essay contest and Theresa had won first prize, $ 2,700, that in the dream I kept wondering if it was $27,000. An old student of mine, Allen, I think, had also won second or third prize, $2,600. While I was in the bathroom I could hear the tape playing, and it wasn’t me and my friends, rather old Smiths. There was a dark haired girl in there with me who was kind of picking on me for that. I was not perturbed. I sort of joked with the guy about thinking it had been us. Then, a girl, who looked like his twin sister in a lace blouse, showed me a white chandelier type of necklace that she wore around her neck. It was for holding your joint, and as she held it between her fingers she sang a little supposed Smiths song all about it. Theresa was there, and I was thinking she should have it for winning the contest. I was also thinking that Ron really could sing like Morrissey and suggested to the guy that Ron and I should sing a cover song. I awoke with, “Hang the DJ”, playing in my head. 

  Kudos to my dream notebook. If not for it I only would’ve remembered the final dream.

I haven't blogged my dreams in over a month. They've been going directly to Dana's Dreams Two. I started that back in June, and I'm around page forty-five. You can get Dana's Dreams here:

Dana's Dreams

It is available as a paperback or ebook. It has some watercolors and photographs. So far Dana's Dreams Two does not. I don't know if it will, so it might be a lot more reasonable in paperback than the first. They are big books.

Stuffing

 Stuffing some squash for supper I only just realized by left-over happen stance that stuffing is a lot better if you use soup instead of water. In this case I used quinoa red vegetable soup which is creamy, but I suppose mushroom, onion, or celery would work just as well. 

Garden Witch

                                                             Garden Witch

 

Virgil's Garden

 Virgil's Garden

Beyond the gate lies

Virgil's Garden.

There Ladies slip into

Slippers when the

Bluebells chime.

Black-Eyed Susan dozes,

forgetting the Thyme.

Jack leaps from his Pulpit,

while the Dutchman

pulls on his breeches.

Sweet Joe Pye Weed smiles;

the Bitter-Root screeches.

Handsome Helenium

woos the Lady with the

Tresses.

Fairy Lilies dance wearing

white dresses.

Virgil slides along the

soil and loam;

upon his back he carries

his home.

Dana Lee

Virgil's Garden