Dreams 10/14

   Second try: translating the dream scribble. I started off sleeping in a big bed with good sheets. I wasn't alone, there was at least a man and a woman sharing the bed with me and a madame watching. My bed partners were still sleeping when the madame wanted us to get busy. I wasn't into the kink and scampered out of bed. I was running up and down the grand wooden staircase looking into the rooms. The place wasn't that well kept. There was a man looking for me, and at some point I dove under an unmade bed with a navy blue spread and hid. I finally escaped the house. Once outside in the morning light I could see it was a red brick Victorian. It had an interesting set of four small square windows lined up in the back. The man was still coming after me, I was crawling over big wet rocks. The ground was muddy. I have written suicide in my notepad, but I can't remember that. The dream notepad works. I probably would've completely forgotten this dream. 

Dreams 9/14

 Dreamed there was a dead male cardinal on the road. It was very realistic. 

Dreams 8/26

 First I dreamed that Theresa, Ron, and I were in a big plastic greenhouse at night. There was a big bug, we wondered if it was a grasshopper or katydid. Ron caught it and let it go into the night. 

  Next, I was at the dentist. It wasn't my usual dentist, rather a stark white room made from cinder blocks, like a dorm room. There were only a few women working there, but one was my hygienist. I was the only patient. When I was done with my checkup I was at the counter and had a big homemade paper white rabbit. Its eyes were closed with long black lashes. He had a purplish garland around his neck, and his ears were entwined above his head. When I left the office it looked like a busy, sunny, old house full of young women who seemed to be shopping. 

Dreams 8/24

   Another dream where I was rooming with Adinda again at Princeton. This one began in the morning after my first class when I'd realized that I'd lost my schedule and had no idea where I was going. It was a dusky morning, I had a big bag and trekked back to my dorm room looking for my books. Adinda was there sitting cross legged on her bed. The far wall was bookshelves, but mine was empty. Adinda said you know who must've stolen them referring to her old roommate, Joanna. I wandered back out onto the grounds, pretty aimlessly, not knowing where I was going. I was thinking about breakfast and maybe some shopping for books, mostly. I was feeling a little sick and a lot guilty about missing classes. I knew I had three more. There were crowded rummage sorts of shops on campus. There was a brunette who was a Dream Person friend of mine in the one shop that had used books in the front laid out on long tables. She mentioned the one, knowing it was one of mine and free. Although mine had been hardback, this was a used dog eared thick paperback with a pencil scribble in the front. It was titled Faust and had a hunter green leafy background with a closeup oil painting of a faun, a mythological satyr. I put it in my tapestry bag, left it on the floor, and moved on. I found another of my books in hardback, something like Lee Iacoca but not quite. I left it. Now I found a shop selling beautiful hand knit hats. They were ruffled with knit roses, in creams and lilacs. I asked the clerk the price, and she said they were twenty-five dollars. I told her I wanted the purple one and put it on. I roamed across the hall to a stairway painted with lush abstract murals of trees, touched them, and went downstairs to the dining hall that had several rooms full of houseplants like spider plants. I was thinking it was too early for lunch and went back outside. I pondered my classes and how I already had more than one degree so probably should just drop them. I went back to my room and told Adinda I was just going to drop my classes, and she got upset and said that I couldn't because she wouldn't have any other roommate. 

Dreams 8/17 & Reading Cemetery

 

  Dreamed that my girlfriend, Tonya, and I were lost and laughing in Reading Cemetery. We were rolling over looking for our graves. It was a really good time. 

  Speaking of which, it may be just a dream: don't know if I'll be getting back to Gettysburg next month, even though I've got an epic package together for Patti at The Farnsworth House. 🙁

  Ending on a good note Reading Cemeteries is available on Kindle and should be released in paperback later today. I thought Lancaster was something else, but Reading Cemetery is the definitive necropolis. 

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It's Official

 I'm working on Reading Cemetery, quite frankly it puts Lancaster and Lafayette to shame. Don't believe the hype, Jim Morrison. Speaking of which, it's official, Barbie has finally gone stark raving mad and flat out hideous. 🤣

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