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The Black Death & The Great Courses II

 Still at The Great Courses, The Black Death. Made it to episode seven. It's getting better. Was it the wine or the corn chowder? No. Now, she's going city by city. They're showing pictures instead of just the teacher: buildings, coins... She is giving first hand accounts. Of course, she is saying that the first hand accounts aren't factual or literal as if I'd trust some interpretation seven hundred years later more. But, hey, it's picking up, and I try to stay positive. 💖💀💖

Dreams 6/22

 Two dreams this morning, first, I got married, and the reception was in a hall. I wish I could remember more details, but I went back to sleep, and now the second dream has totally escaped me. The Police have been stuck in my head all the while: "Wrapped Around Your Finger", "Syncronicity", "King of Pain", and "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic". The Police have taken over my addled head. 

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Dreams 2/6

 Another night of epics, didn't want to get out of bed. First, Ron and Shiner took me to a public pool. Ron dropped me off. I'd wished I'd brought a book because I was bored. There weren't a lot of people there at first, but the pool quickly filled up with folks just lying around, and I was afraid of germs so got out and explored. There were several single adult sized kidney shaped pools set in a field of green that were more like tubs and child sized ones that were big foot prints. Now, Ron had returned for me and had Shiner on a leash. They were standing at an entrance. Think Shiner wanted to go for a swim. 

In the following dream Ron and I were working for a company in Slippery Rock. The front of the office was all windows facing the street, so it was bright and sunny. Our boss and owner was a sandy haired young man in his thirties, he wore glasses. The rest of the employees were: a blonde boy in his twenties who seemed like a stoner, a big good-looking dark haired guy in his late thirties who worked in the back of the office and had a thing for me, a fat boy in his late twenties with brown hair who was friendly, a big flighty older woman who dressed very colorfully and fashionably, and a quiet young girl. Ron and I worked up front. We lived in an apartment on the far side of town. I worked longer hours than he. The stoner boy had invited everybody to a party, but I did not take him seriously. I had developed these little sparkly plastic animals, an owl, and several others, that came in tiny clear plastic tub like containers, maybe an inch high. They were being sold to school kids at recess in small green trucks with gold trim. The trucks were old-fashioned looking like if a Model Ford crossed with a JEEP: eyes for  headlights. They had windows on one side showcasing all of the tiny toy critters, something like an ice cream truck, and all of the children came running. My animal designs sold very well, and the big artsy coworker of mine said, "Very good, Dana!" Now, my boss was very impressed with me. At one point I had to change my clothes and was nude for a second going back to the restroom before he had covered me with a pink towel. Once in there, the good-looking one was peeking through a slat in the door telling me how my boyfriend ought to be working Valentines Day with me. Now, I told the fat boy that we might make anthropomorphic buds that got you high for smelling. He thought it was a fabulous idea and told me the blonde boy could help me and that I'd have to go to his party. At the time he was changing his shirt and Fatty said, "Look what a great couple you'd make." Told Blondie I might be his mother and had a boyfriend. Fatty told me how our products were now made in Holland and thought Alice in Wonderland critters would sell. I said we might do about anything: childhood favorites. I mentioned Fizzgig and told them how I had the puppet and dressed as Kira for Ren Fest. The big artsy woman sashayed past my desk in a long pink and white duster with two big glittering pink and white plastic bees moving up the front of her get-up. I said I loved bees, and we thought they would be another seller. I thought, moths, too. My boss asked if I'd be working all summer with him, and I told him, I would; Ron wasn't pleased about that. This was about the time I began to wake, but was still lucidly in the office with my boss for awhile. 

Dreams 1/14

 Dreamt that I was maybe twelve, outside on the school playground. Mummy was there and Jeff, a boy from grade school. I was going to a friendly sort of dance with him for school, he had a real girlfriend. I was wearing my high school prom dress, sitting on the green bench outside the kindergarten. Jeff's dad joined us. Jeff had a couple of gifts for me: a pair of sheer peachy pink boy cut panties that matched my dress and a pendant. 

Dreams 7/17

 Forgot my first dream again, it happens when I have three dreams in a row without popping up to record them. In the first dream Ron and I were at war in the desert. There were bivouac and sand bags all around. I had to fetch us some food to cook-up. It was frozen and wrapped in butcher paper. I brought back some dinosaur, but Ron said he wouldn't eat it, so I had to fix him a big turkey leg which he also complained about. Then, we were off and running across the sand, again. 

The next dream took place in Pittsburgh at an O type of joint. I had a new crowd of friends, girls and boys. I went into the bathroom and this big giant girl had two joints like pistols and handed me one. It was a brown, pinner, and coming undone. I thought I didn't want to give her plague, but was smoking it before she took it back. Then, I was back at a table with a big boy with sandy hair. He liked me, and I liked him, too, although I knew he was pretty much a loser. 

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Not Very Neighborly

 

I agree, Will's boyfriend, guinea Oogie Booger, (who happens to live in the same type of white neighborhood, bet he's just as shitty a neighbor), is not very neighborly. Looking forward to the worst for him. The Watcher in the Woods with Bette Davis was way better, just way. 

The Watcher

You are supposed to like the protagonist, Netfux. Never should have cancelled The Dark Crystal, seriously. Best thing you ever did. 

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