Dreams 8/26

 8/26

  This dream starred the actress Anna Kendrick and Bobby, one of my grade school friends. We were interviewing to teach at a small complex that consisted of three schools. The oldest was also the smallest, constructed of stone; it might’ve started as a church. The other two were more recent, probably from the fifties and sixties, and made of brick. The three were huddled together. The room where we were interviewing was nearby, but not in any of the three schools. Anna thought that the oldest stone building was really posh and historic, I agreed. I had a big wedding portfolio with a couple of homemade linen calla lilies tied together with a bow. The artist’s, Lois, business card was affixed to the inside back cover. I think we all got the job because I was sitting in the passenger seat of Bobby’s car. He said that we should have a celebratory drink, something feminine like white wine, and I laughed and said that the occasion called for whiskey, brandy, or scotch. There was a garden party at night, and Anne Rice was the entertainment. She was dressed half naked like Cher. Her long cone plastic skirt was transparent, and she wore white hot pants beneath her matching bandeau top. Young and slim, her hair was cut into a bob. Her song was atrocious. Everybody agreed, just awful. Was it French? I don’t know, but it was bad. I was setting up my classroom, both Anna and Bobby were there. There was a paper flower hanging by the clock. That’s when I woke up. It wasn’t a bad dream.

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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:

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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.

O, My Ghoul!

   O, my ghoul, I thought she was just a commie hyena ho who sucked old political cock, let pedophiles off the hook, and was Oogie Booger's buddy to get where she is. I didn't realize she was a complete moron. I had eighth grade students that could speak better than this. Even the special ed kids were better. It's not funny. 

See the Moron for Yourself

  Holy shitter, I think the commies have already deleted the video. I shouldn't be surprised. I hate shitter and all psycho media. I had quit shitter back when Oogie Booger was president. I continued to recieve his commie 💩 even after SPAMMING him. Then, after Elon Musk took over I magically, (that goes out to Dame Darcy ✨), started getting emails from X. I started to use it, only to get suspended. Now, they won't let me delete my account, says it's because I'm suspended. In other words, still 💩. 

Read the Full Article, Then!

  As my great grade school girlfriend put it, "we're fucked". 

  PS: The Kid Smeller Knows what a Moronic Liar She Is

  O, & What a Ho

  Dude, she's a little long in the tooth to suck her way out of this 💩. 

  Sho' nuf' tain't no Roller Girl.

Dreams 9/28

   Cannot recall much from most of the dream except for the end. I was teaching, and it was the last day of school. For some reason I did not have a way home, and an old student of mine, Rick, was more than happy to give me a lift. 

Captivating Tarot

 Got my copy of Captivating Tarot today. They far exceed my expectatations and are printed in America. Look around, everything, including US Games, are printed in China. As a teacher and simpleton I developed these cards seventeen years ago so anybody might be able to read them. Aunt Fawnie taught me to read playing cards when I was nine. We saw my cousin, who she had raised, was going to jail. Same cousin, who I still adore, stopped talking to me years later for not reading his cards which I knew would be bad. The Banshee cried when he died. I don't care if Mummy always said I was full of myself. I've got umpteen Tarot decks, and these are my favorite. Be sure to pick up instructions and symbolism at a  discount if you are a novice. 

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Dreams 8/2

 The dreaming began with a cloth bound book missing its dust jacket. It was purple and had an old woman in an apron embossed in sparkling turquoise. She might've been a witch. She seemed to be dancing, her apron was caught up in the breeze. Beneath her two children crouched by a washtub. They looked Dutch by their wooden clogs. The girl had long braided pigtails. It might've been a book of fairy tales. 

  In the following dream I was in a cafeteria eating lunch with my friend, Rick. There was a dance coming up, and Rick seemed too thick to realize I wanted him to take me. Later, after the dance, we were leaving, and my grade school friend, Karen, was at the door. She wanted to talk to Rick who was disinterested. 

  The third dream began with me packing for a hiking trip. My backpack was very heavy, and I moved like a turtle due to the two hardback books, one my gigantic college Shakespeare book. I was wearing Mummy's thick brown parka. I'd gotten to an Asian woman's apartment where I opted to leave the Shakespeare and switch to her much lighter leather vest that was loaded with little zippered pockets up the sides. I slipped some pot into the bottom pocket on the left. She didn't seem very happy about the lending. I think her husband was going on the field trip with us. He looked very much like that count in France who murdered his entire family and skipped the country. He wore rose or amber colored sunglases, not sure which, they seemed to change. When I got on the bus it was already very crowded, the black pleather seats were mostly taken. My Aunt Judy was there, a woman in a tan jacket sat beside her. The spot next to my highschool English teacher, Chris, was free, but she had a little black satchel there. She smiled uncomfortably. I sat down adjacent to Aunt Judy and was chatting with her when I woke. 

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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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Dreams 4/12

 

First I dreamed that Oscar, my albino Cory catfish, was dead in the tank. In the second dream it was my first day teaching at a very large and overcrowded high-school. I could not find my classroom, and worse, I didn't even know what grade I was teaching. I plodded on and on, getting very tired. My feet were heavy, it was difficult, and by third period I hadn't accomplished anything. 

Princessology

I've gotten the go-ahead from Colonel Klink for a new course at Monster High, Princessology, taught by Princesses Diana Prince and Leia Orgasma. Lizzie is so hexcited. New staff: Mistress Dark teaches Poison and Spell Craft. New students: Ana Nubis, Fatra, Aphrodite McFlytrap, Heath Burns, Sketi Yeti, and Betta Blue... Stay tuned: O, My Ra!
 

Dreams 10/18

Dreamt I had just come home, here, with my ex, his little sister, who was actually an old student of mine, a black girl, and not his sister at all, and his mother, who was not present in the dream, but she lived in the house. We were in the den, the three of us, and it was daylight. His sister had cancer. There was a big broken doll of mine in the corner of the room against the wall. She had strawberry blonde hair and wore light denim overalls. I was trying to reattach her vinyl limbs by means of hooks and pins, and was somewhat successful when I looked up and saw a big dark haired headless doll stretched across the top of the wall. She had blue jeans and a rainbow top. The girl told me she put her there. 

In the next dream I lived in a big old house with a wrap-around porch. I was having a birthday party for myself, and loads of my old students were there. I was baking all sorts of cookies and stacking them on round tin party trays at the crowded tables. I was also baking cookies for them to take home. The ones I remember were sticky pastry types, knotted like pretzels. They had some fruit like pineapple. The cookies were only the first course, but I was so busy that I woke before getting to the food. 

Dreams 10/15

 

Dreamt that I was teaching a couple of plays, I think they were Greek tragedies. We were outside in costumes and my friend, Janeen, from high-school, was there. Why I was the lead I wouldn't know. Maybe Jocasta from Oedipus or something of that sort?

Dreams 9/19

 Dreamt I was  staying in a small boarding house in an old town with a strange man with sandy hair. I had my coffee pot there and when got up in the morning the stranger was gone along with my coffee pot. Then, I had to wander about the town looking for a way home. There was an octangular buliding that was plastered with what seemed to be small concert posters. It was a lot wider than high, I think it was an old station house for ticket sales. I went in to use the restroom which was dark with an oiled wooden floor and a small green and gold stained glass window. There was a young blonde girl in there with me, and she led me into the next dream that I'll call, Medieval Days. 

I was teaching at school, my students were adults, and we were leaving for Medieval Days. Daddy was there, and there were other old teachers on the crowded bus with us. First stop was a dusky old wooden tavern. We started with a round of drinks and appetizers at my suggestion. I was smoking with the same blonde girl as before, then, we were back on the bus, rolling along. 

Bourbon Vanilla Bar

 This spot of Heaven has received a C- from Fooducate, a load of fat ass communists who have attempted to turn Orange Bird native. Fuck those commies. Take it from a real teacher who outscored the others 98%: it's absolutely delicious. The commies will be serving up bug bars. A+

Honestly...

 As a former teacher who scored 98% above the others, not at all surprised: 

                                                     Demonrats In Charge

Dreams 3/30

Dreamt I was teaching, here, in Pennsylvania, with plans to move back down south, again, to North Carolina. My students and colleagues were not happy with my decision. My ex was with me. The school was an enormous high school. My ex and I had reached a circular landing off the stairs. He wore a leather patched poncho and a hat. I was wearing a pink knitted tam cap with a big pom pom. We were much younger. A very tall white boy, at least six- foot- eight, as he dwarfed my ex who was six foot five, with scary eyes, (one was wounded), and dark hair started terrorizing me. My ex kept stepping in front of him. The bully took a swing at me, missed his footing, came down, and hit his forehead, hard on a wooden bench in front of the windows that surrounded the landing. I was looking for somebody to tell, to get help, but all I could find were students, and none seemed helpful. A scared little Mexican, and this guy was way too old to be a student, and very unkempt, in a long green ARMY jacket, came up to my ex, and Paul wanted to know if he had his gun. The Mexican kept saying, "They beat me.". Obviously, he didn't have a gun. Paul handed me a plastic cup of water that he'd already drank from, saying we were going to be there awhile, and couldn't get worms.