The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land

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Mehitable Visits Crystal Cave

   Mehitable had a wonderful time at Crystal Cave. She got to meet Devon who plays bass. Mehitable was made by a violin maker. Devon told me that Meadowood Music is a fabulous place. We can have a complete quartet once we find a violinist and violist. I'm sure they'll come along. I'm going to have to make a little book full of all of Mehitable's exploits. Right now I'm working on fixing up The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land for Barnes & Noble. 

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The Dream Hog

3/23

  This epic night of nightmares might be attributed to Blue Marsh’s sumptuous mushroom soup. The dreaming  began with Mummy and I in a cottage. I went outside to a glorious English garden with tall red flowers. There were two dogs, buff and white Springer Spaniels, mating, but not like dogs; they were holding on to each other like people, face to face. There was an older fellow standing there, watching. I walked around to the back, and there were two dead dogs rotting in the tall grass. One looked like a big Doberman Pinscher. Then I saw Shiner, to the right, he was dying. I ran back to the cottage to tell Mummy. 

  The next dream was worse. I was in a pet store with a girl. Julius, my Betta fish, was in a glass fishbowl only he was big, big as an Axolotl. I was baby talking him when I picked him up and kissed him. We were in a small part of the shop hidden behind heavy velvet patterned drapes. Three college aged boys came in and started harassing me. One was very fat and bald. He was wearing a green sweatshirt and white bermuda shorts. I kicked him in the groin which did not seem to matter, so I said he must be very small. Now the other who looked like somebody out of Happy Days with golden curls, wearing a blue letterman jacket, and his mate were after me. I ran and forced myself awake. 

  The third dream wasn’t much better. I was in the garage at home in Clover Crest readying my car, Little Pearl, for a Gettysburg trip. I removed a blue glass water bong from up behind the pedals and placed it on a metal shelving unit to the left. Mummy and my brother were both there. Halfway there, maybe at a rest stop or visitor’s center, not sure, I had to stop in a  crammed garage for a checkpoint. I was doing something in my car then came out around the trunk where I placed my items that had to be checked, maybe five of them, including my gold and cream fabric money pouch and a plastic bag with what looked like pink cotton candy or raw wool that was actually drowning floss. I knew if you had the stuff in your mouth while swimming you could not drown. A blonde woman was checking my things and told me that was smart as somebody had drowned last year  when a man wearing a beige and brown uniform passed by. I thought he was a cop. The woman asked if “that nice young man took your money lesson”, referring to my money pouch. I said, “I don’t know, did he?” She nodded. I ran after him but he had already left around a corner. Very distressed, I woke myself up again. 

  Here comes the big one, it’s really rather ridiculous, I think, that I should have to dream for the entire planet of nondreamers. If Frankie is a dream eater, then I must be a dream hog. I’ll probably have to make more coffee just to get through; and I’m using my big birthday owl mug that Theresa had sent. This one took place at Chatham College that was very different from when I had gone there, much bigger, more modern. Daddy had taken me to school and was resting in an old dark wood stained twin bed waiting for me to finish classes; I had three. It must’ve been late afternoon. I was sitting at the foot of his bed talking to him when I put the headboards, about the size of cutting boards, into my bag. Afterwards I was with a group of women in a cafeteria that was dimly lit and looked more like an auction or mess hall. I was going through my heavy bag with books and headboards looking for some snacks in a plastic bag when a very strange fellow with a brown tweed cap and granny glasses sat down next to me and asked, “Do you drink?” I did not know how to answer when he told me that he thought that I drank because as was very loud as he. I told him it was because I used to be a teacher and picked up talking louder. He left as I pretty much told him to bugger off. The women were saying how creepy he was. When we got up the women noticed how heavy my bag was and how I was straining. They took me to a little stall that was bustling with students. They handed me a heavy gray wool drawstring duffle bag with a letter on it, C, I think. One of the women told me that a boy had bought it for me. The clerk handed me a wad of cash. I told him that I did not pay for it and asked who had. He told me that he was Asian. I looked around, and there were no Asians present, so I put the money in my wallet and went to class. My first class was in a crowded library, and I was not much worried about it although my book was a different edition than the other students at the table. Mine was a big green paperback with a white printed cover, but the others were purple. My female professor did not seem to mind. I was concerned, however, with my next class. I had only been there once. I didn’t even know what it was about. After that I was in a crowded lobby where there were rumors swirling about the two boys who had bought my bag. They were saying that they were big time, and drove sportscars. Their names were Lee and Chris. I was seated outside the classroom on a small set of bleachers with some other girls. One had long blonde hair and wore a skirt. She told me that she was thoroughly confused about the course as classes were always cancelled. She took three slim green hardbacks from her bag and showed me. They concerned Arthuriana, one had a Druidess on the cover and all had bare gnarly old trees. It appeared to be a history class. I began to feel relieved. I told I had read Le Morte d’Arthur and that she would like it. Then I second guessed myself, telling her it was full of superfluous things. Then something truly strange happened to a student in the class. It seemed he had been dropped in liquid nitrogen. The girl, his girlfriend, I think, and I were crying. I told her that he did not look like he had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. He had shrunk and was naked in a fetal position. He had a nice eighties style head of hair like Kevin Bacon. He was not freezer burnt. Lee, the Asian, joined us, and I returned his money. He insisted the boy be taken to the morgue, and the girl left with him. Later I ran into Chris, the other boy, he was a ginger. He asked about his money, and I told him that I had returned it to Lee and explained the entire incident. I was thinking that I could not fit inside of Lee’s borrowed sportscar, maybe. He was miffed at me to say the least, and I could not say that I blamed him. I was thinking that it was time to go when I came across a dark dollhouse, maybe six feet tall, in its own little alcove, that opened in two places. It was on a lazy susan, so could be turned about. I knew a girl from high school, Jennifer Davidson, had made it. It was lit. I noticed a lot of my dolls were there: Red Witch, Little Ron, my Victorian Nesbit’s, the Darlings, my wooden Santa, a nutcracker, and others. I took them all, looking, and crammed them in the top of my bag that had now changed into a supple pink messenger with many different zippered compartments. The headboards were gone. I was thinking that Daddy must be waiting for me by now, for sure. I was lost. A woman with old-fashioned upswept hair, wearing a pink ruffled blouse and long russet skirt, exited a set of glass doors on a concrete patio outside and offered me a bit of hard candy. I told her, “No thank you”, and asked the way to the parking lot. She told me that it was “downstairs through the lounge”. On the stairs were the same women from the cafeteria. I asked them if Chatham was a university now. I thought that it was from LinkedIn. They told me no, and laughed. They said that it was the online schools trying to make-out that they were real. I laughed too and thought so. The lounge was very busy. There were huge bins of DVDs for sale. Some girls were talking about a young man who had died and gave his age when I woke up and wrote down as many details as I could remember. I think a second dream notebook is nearly filled now.  

Dana's Dreams

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Dreams 3/20

   3/20

  Hadn’t dreamed the last couple of nights as Sir Frankie Crisp slept like a dragon curled up on my chest; he eats my dreams. I had to go to bed early with the dolls last night, I was so dizzy and snotty. I dreamed and dreamed. Too bad I left such a mess from supper and decorating for Easter last night that it has taken too long to get to my dreams even if I’m drinking stale coffee. I’ll do my best to decipher my night scribbles. The main problem is that it was so dark that I wrote the first two dreams on top of one another. 

  In the first dream I worked for Trump. He was either my teacher or I was his intern. I think it was more like he was my college professor, and I was his teaching assistant. Anyway, we had these huge projects in plastic binders due. Mine was in a white plastic binder with his picture and some cut out magazine letters like a ransom note enclosed in plastic on the cover. It was bursting with papers, probably four inches thick. We were talking, and he was stacking up the student projects. He lost mine. He was acting like it was no big deal, but I ended up having to do it all over again, starting from scratch. As I finished it I was thinking that it was better than ever. 

  In the second dream I was with a queer in a theater all night. I think we were working on something together. He was talking about something that smelled “unmentionable”. We had left the theater and came to a huge escalator, I didn’t want to go up. I boarded a bus with a tour guide. To my right were a row of old abandoned stone houses with broken windows. The guide was talking about them. 

  In the third dream I think I was at a doll club meeting in a hotel in England; but I’m not sure, I’m going off of my notes here. Maybe I took the bus there. Michael Canadas was there. There were also a lot of older women. I was talking about meeting up with Mummy later, although I knew that I was lying because she was dead. 

  Are you ready for the final dream? It’s a real lulu. It is also fresh enough in my head that I’ve got a fresh cup of coffee, so let’s go. It began with my best friend Theresa and my ex, Paul, taking a bus to The University of Pittsburgh. Theresa wore a yellow top. We had some work to get done: typing. When we arrived Paul said he wanted breakfast. Theresa and I sat across from him at a small table while he pounded a huge breakfast that was spilling over his beige plastic cafeteria tray. I had a hash brown and something else small like a cookie or a grape that he gave me. Then we were in a big room that looked like an old typing classroom filled with green typewriters not computers. I got nothing done. Why? My single sheet of paper was very thin and translucent, more like onion skin than vellum. I had typed it single spaced, front and back, horizontally not vertically. Theresa said that she only got ten pages done. At this point we left the typing room and lost Paul. Theresa and I returned to the cafeteria where we sat at a little round table covered with a white linen tablecloth. Danielle had joined us. Theresa said that she was hungry, and I wondered why she hadn’t eaten breakfast. She asked Danielle to get something to eat with her, and Danielle agreed, only saying that Theresa was going to have to pay this time as she was sick of always picking up the check. Theresa did not eat with Danielle. I had gone down a huge seventies style wooden staircase with gigantic windows and trees all around and ran into Susan, my other best friend. She wore a long t-shirt that looked a lot like one of those Frankie Goes to Hollywood RELAX prints that were popular in junior high with black bermuda shorts and sandals. Her hair was pulled back. We hooked back up with Theresa, and there was another stainless steel cafeteria style line with coffee pots and a plate of giant snickerdoodle cookies as big as pancakes covered with plastic wrap. I asked Theresa if she wanted a cookie. She said no, that they weren’t “cheesy”. I was trying to ignore the fact that she seemed to be acting up. A girl from the typing room had given me a small cardboard box with a white piece of paper on the side with red cursive script. It was filled with lines of little printed boxes, maybe two by two inches. The girl said that she did not know what they were. She called them something like little shrunken or burnt bits. I opened one of the little boxes, top one on the right.They looked like boxes of jax. It was full of beautiful iridescent insects, beetles, and other things, made out of plastic or metal, not sure. There were nine boxes, in total, three rows of three. I knew that the three on the left were all bugs, but the other two rows were still mysteries to me. I was thinking the three of us could share them, picking a box, one at a time, and that might cheer Theresa up as she was getting cantankerous when I woke up.

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Dedicated with love and admiration as Dana's Dreams Three will be to Kari Melissa Johns. 🥀😭🥀

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Frankie Says

  Santa brought me a new bed. ✨

  Ron and I had a nice Christmas with Frankie. Frankie enjoyed all his stocking stuffers, home made from Joanna's Furnace, like the alpaca wool caterpillar finger puppet, the catnip Packers fish, (Not true that kittens don't get high off of catnip, Frankie was rubbing it on his head), and other cat toys and wonders to hunt and gut. The bed came from Joanna's too. I got My Mattress Topper and My Robe, (Thanks Mike!), and the box is big as a Frankie house. I also got a fabulous book from Pottsgrove Manor all about Punch. We already started to read that along with The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land . That is a lot of fun. Ron loves Wyrd Trees too. We were laughing at 1947's It Happened on Fifth Avenue. I have to watch the end. I fell asleep as I'd only gotten three hours of sleep. Frankie woke me at four am jumping on my chest like a child. 

 

A True Ginny Christmas

    I had wanted a Ginny doll since I was a kid. I got my first, the one in the coat on the right, last year from a lady on Ebay that Ron had gotten my Hexican Himstedt, (Panchita, aka, Esmerelda), from. I got two of them, both from the eighties, still in their boxes, from her for eight dollars. I share, and had sent the spring one to Susie Blue Witch telling her that I planned on making them clothes like witches' dresses. Then, I won the one on the left, Norway from the seventies still in the box, at The Lancaster Doll Show. I also won Scotland that day who is wrapped up for Susie for Christmas along with The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land. Last week at The Letitia Penn Doll Club's Christmas at The William Penn Inn, (1714), Ron won the centerpiece, everything here plus the original Ginny from the fifties in the middle. Both she and the eighties have sleep eyes, but the seventies girl does not. I still like my eighties one the best, although they say that the quality dropped in 1973 when they stopped making her in the U.S.A. I like them all for different reasons. Sadly they stopped making Ginny in 1995. I still get to have a true Ginny Christmas, and I will make them things once I'm done with Fanging with Claude. I've made it to page 185. I will get back to my Gettysburg game and all of that. TTYL... Happy Witches' Christmas! 🌟

The Letitia Penn Doll Club Christmas

  We started celebrating the holidays all December years ago when it was just us. We have our regular go tos: Joanna and Cornwall furnaces and Bethlehem, but Ron is full of surprises and certainly out did himself this year with the Schoenhut event sponsored by the Letitia Penn Doll Club at The William Penn Inn, (1714). Over the Moon does not describe it. I am seriously considering joining The Letitia Penn Doll Club now. They could use me, I'm so crafty. I made a couple of videos for you to watch afterwards, for sights, but let me tell you all about it. I took Frannie, my Schoenhut, she was a big hit. Looks like my table, the last, thirteen, was the only to bring their doll friends along as Frannie met her sister, Nadjia, and her Japanese friend. I made so many new friends. Funny but Bev, the festive martini lady, was telling me how they love young people, she was referring to me. 🤣 Well, my hex used to say the only difference between me and a seven-year-old is that you can beat the seven-year-old and send it to bed. There were so many gorgeous dolls there, but Ron got Red Witch a tiny handmade wooden doll from Marjorie that I've been eyeing up at The Lancaster Doll Show for years for my stocking. The centerpieces were precious, and wouldn't you know, Ron won one. He deserves it: full of handmade wonders and a Ginny doll from the fifties. The food was fabulous. You have your choice, and I was the only vegetarian of the table and so happy for it: a mushroom quiche and a sweet fruit salad. We had a waldorf salad first witch' was so special as Ron had wanted his mother to make him one after watching My Dinner with Andre as a kid. She would not. Think I'll be making them from now on. The triple dessert was too much, and I brought two-thirds of it home. Frankie loves the cheesecake. He was good only pulled Miss Hickory out of The Collins Port Inn while we were gone. He also upset Bob, the cactus. Anyways, Ron did not only win the darling centerpiece, but I also won a loaf of nut bread from The William Penn Inn. It means more than you know as my mother always made nut bread. The favors, the catalogs and adorable wooden Schoenhut alphabet dolls are enough to make any antendee feel fortunate whether or not you scored one of the fabulous prizes. The maker of the precious alphabet blocks was wearing a groovy seventies Christmas blazer. I have one in orange that I wore as a child that somehow came back to me that a Himstedt is wanting. What a charming way to celebrate the holidays! 

Video Part 1: Prizes

Part Two

 

Letitia Penn Doll Club Christmas

Dreams 8/15

 Dreamed I was home with Mummy and Daddy. The Magic Shoppe was in their bedroom, and they had opened a restaurant out of the kitchen. The Magic Shoppe was loaded with little patrons, not dolls, rather little people. I took the orders of the guests in the kitchen, but nothing that they ordered was on the menu, so I couldn't fulfill any of their orders. One girl wanted an Octopus to drink, some sort of cocktail that I'd heard of but didn't know how to make. She said it was purple. I asked a dark haired girl upstairs what she'd like, and she ordered a prime rib sandwich and another spirit we were lacking. I was looking around the kitchen to see what might suffice. Back in The Magic Shoppe, downstairs, they had ripped up bits of blue paper like confetti and scattered it across the floor. I told them that I was glad they were having a good time, but could they please attempt to look at the menu. Upstairs I told the girl that we did not have prime rib, but that I could make her a roast beef sandwich. Mummy was there, looking over my shoulder. She asked for a glass of wine, and Mummy said that we had some white. I think I had another dream, thereafter, but it has slipped away. 

Dreams 8/8

 

Dreamed I'd left Ron and was traveling with a nest of vampires. Ron was stalking us, always at our heels, trying to infiltrate and destroy the nest. He had a little black bulldog that he carried in his arms. At one point Theresa and I were staying in a motel, and Ron was at the door, but we wouldn't let him in. Theresa had gotten me a gift, a gray two piece swim suit with a cami crop top and boy shorts. I put it on and, we went out to eat. We were seated at out table in the restaraunt when people started gathering around wanting our autographs. Ron came in and commenced to torment our fans asking LGBQ++ things like, "How's this? Two women are married, so who is the husband?" And, more. 

It was so like Little Ron you might see it in a future doll soap. In fact, The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land, unlike the news, is based in truth and the doll soaps; it ends with one of Ron's recent dreams. 

The electricity was out all day yesterday, so I had to log that dream in my real dream book that I've had for twenty-four years but is not anywhere near full. I was supposed to start Dana's Dreams with that but didn't, maybe next time. 🌈

The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land

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