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9/15

  Give me a day off, and the dreams return in swarms. Who needs dreams when you work in a cave? I had four small dreams that I awoke from this morning during the hours that I’ve been up and operating. Now it is after nine-thirty, I have my coffee and am watching a bluejay at the griffin cement birdbath inherited from an old local mansion around the bend. In the first dream I was working my first day in a small casino snack bar. I was wondering if I’d be able to keep the job due to my pansy ass Irish hands. Speaking of ‘witch, I am awaiting the results of my DNA test. Why don’t I dream about that? 

  Anyway, dream two got better. It was definitely one of my more amusing political dreams starring Donald Trump who came to Crystal Cave. He was wearing his blue silk suit which shone in the sun. I think he saluted me, maybe, on his way up the hill, more, Sieg Heil than anything. I told him that he got us into war with the Middle East, that gas prices were outrageous, and congratulations on being the first Jew president. I bowed graciously, “Salame, Salame, Bologna, Bologna”. Then I woke up. I’m sure, I dreamed this because the kids call the boulder, Jack Frost, at Crystal Cave, Donald Trump, and there is a resemblance. I say The Donald is just as big and hardheaded, but he has more hot air. A classy dame on one of my tours told me not to let Trump know about Jack Frost else he will come and take him. 

  I don’t remember the entirety of the third dream which starred a young couple dressed in red and white tight pleather space suits with matching boots, so they looked like comic book characters. The woman had mousey blonde hair like Sondra Locke. The two of them had snuck onto a spacecraft with plans of sabotage only to be captured and separated. These are the parts that I’ve forgotten, but the end, before I woke, is very clear. The young man was being dragged into a round metal portal or hatch which opened on command by two burly fellows wearing baggy red plastic suits which covered their faces, more Haz-Mat than anything. The woman was on the ground also being dragged in the opposite direction by two other guards that I can’t recall. Her mascara had run down her face, so she had been crying and looked like a raccoon. She had a red plastic pipe gun that she shot directly at a metal patch on some contraption that her husband had, like a pack. Suddenly the three of them, guards, whose hoods had blown off revealing their huge, red, Cthulhu, squid heads, and the husband, were all sucked through the portal. The word was out, cast, televised by an anchorman: Afghanistan had been struck by a nuclear weapon.

  Arthur was in my final dream, he had a haircut. He was in the backyard, pooping.

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Arthur had yet another big day yesterday when we returned to Crystal Cave. The first time he got to play mini golf, run through the teepee, and had ice cream from Ryan. Last week he ran the nature trail and met Kenzie. We had more ice cream, we shared. Yesterday I took him in the cave in a backpack that Mummy had gotten me for Shiner. Last Shiner was in it was at 7/11. A little girl behind me in line had reached out to him and like a shark caught in a garbage disposal, Shiner freaked out which startled everybody, especially the clerk who did not know that I had a little dog strapped on my back. Good times! Arthur was perfect, having met Mike and Terry before entering the cave. We had the whole cave to ourselves, so Arthur got Mummy's entire guided tour. He never flinched, not even during lights out. He was better than the children. He was better than the adults. I had to take him back to PetSmart, this time, as our girl, Michelle, was working, and we haven't seen her since Easter. Funny, but MOMA was there too. I just know the viper green Challenger we parked behind due to the shade is his and that he's a snake person. They think dog people are loud. I don't think he recognized me as I forgot to take off my sunglasses so didn't run. Arthur insisted we shop for his brother, so we got Frankie a Halloween cat tunnel like Tara Ernest and Bobby Fredrick had in their cellars when we were kids. How I loved those things, and knew that Frankie would too. Ron set it up leading to his gingerbread house that Arthur upsets like a cyclone. Frankie stayed in his jack-o-lantern tunnel most of the night until I retired with The God of the Woods, having finished Circle of Days. Looks like writing is back to hiatus too, but I'm up to page 140 something in Dana's Dreams Four Lots More, although Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog seems to be lost to the ethers. Maybe I'll try Kobu. Ron got the only copy in hardback for his birthday. TTYL, I mostly have chores to catch up with today...

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Dreams 8/13

 

 8/13

  Dan and I were in the souvenir shop at the inn looking at a DOLLS magazine. A Schoenhut boy that I had seen at the Nazareth auction, refinished with a new wool wig and blue sailor suit, was on the cover. I told him that I knew the doll. 

  The following dream took place at a really posh hotel with many storeys, twists, and turns. Mummy and Carl were there from the start. I checked into my room on the Trafalgar floor, or at least, I think, that’s what it was called. Mummy and Carl were on the same floor. There were old-fashioned, long, mahogany painted lockers outside my room, and I put all of my money in a small white envelope inside. I chatted with Mummy before meeting my neighbor, Mike’s girlfriend, and two daughters. The woman was tall and big, and they all had long blonde hair and blue eyes as big as saucers. We were walking along, chit chatting, and stepped out onto a breezeway. A fat greasy white man with messy brown hair and rimmed glasses stopped the blonde and gave her a squeeze; she seemed distressed. At this point Carl caught up with me, and we reentered the grand hotel with gleaming carved dark wood bannisters and colorful art deco style. I realized that I hadn’t locked my locker, so we attempted to rush back to our floor only to realize that we were incredibly lost and had no idea where we were or how to get back. We entered a golden lit room with a mound of souvenirs tagged for sale, stacked like a layer cake. There were old-fashioned dolls dressed in gingham, cotton and felt worked quilted squares with doll faces, plush stuffed JAWS ghost sharks, enormous Raggedy Ann puzzles, and lots more. The vintage valentine with a little blonde girl dressed in a white snowsuit and riding a red rocket reminded me that I had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, and I wondered about it. Carl asked what my favorite thing in the pile was, and I told him that I liked the quilted doll squares, and he agreed. Two little girls, maybe three, but very small for their age, whizzed past us. I stopped the brunette and asked her if she knew how to get back to the Trafalgar floor, and she told us that she did. However, she chased the other up a dark wood spiral staircase like a couple of rabbits and left us scrambling behind trying to keep up. 

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Dolls & Dreams 8/11

 

8/11

  My first dream took place in a big old school where I was working. There was a craft fair, and a woman had a table of crafts and a round basket on the floor overflowing with stuffed primitives. I had a gray rabbit in my hand and sorted through the basket finding more rabbits. An older woman behind me took three rabbits. I found another, black rabbit, with very long arms and short legs. There was a bee who had a $62 price tag on his head. There was a furry gingerbread man with a pattern stuck on his tacky backside. Removing the pattern that featured a small girl on the cover, the ginger man’s backside was covered with gingerbread scratch and sniff stickers. He was $20, and I held on to him. I found a large Holly Hobbie type of doll with a blue and red gingham gown and bonnet. Her face was soft sculpted sort of like a Cabbage Patch Kid only linen, not stockinette. Her eyes were halfway closed. She was $64. I took them both to the vendor who was busy with another customer. I waited, then put them back. I was walking down the hall where a little boy with brown hair was turning somersaults. His dad, a colleague of mine, grabbed him up, calling him sweetheart. 

  The second dream seemed like an extension of the first. Ron and I drove out to a doll show on a snowy night. The show also took place in an old school. At first, we thought that it had been cancelled, because it was dark, and there weren’t many people around. Ron was straggling, and I left him behind. I came across a family. Their boy, a preteen, said that he had gone down the hall looking for his old room, but it was vacant. The floor was dirt. I did see a big cardboard box of old dolls but didn’t want any of them.

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Dreams 8/2

  Ding dong, the dreaming’s back! The dreaming, dreaming, dreaming’s back! Ding dong, the dreaming’s back again! I think it is because I’m down from five days a week to three for summer. I’m having a good time. I’ll likely be back to five days a week come fall. 

  I drank a chocolate milkshake in my first dream, it was filling. It gave me the energy for the second. 

  My dreams have been taking place at markets and fairs, and this was no different, it was a holiday fair. It began with a round table covered with a red tablecloth. I was selling comic books. A little girl with a sandy bobbed haircut was interested in one with a red back cover; she called it her favorite. Then I was taking down beautiful sprays of fir wreaths from the wall and commenting on how Mummy would love them. There was a little quince stuffed ornament. I was shocked to turn over the red stamped price tag to discover that it was $29.95. I hung it by the counter. My ex was there. Also, the fat dream woman, that he had kissed which broke us up, was with her husband. As far as I know they don’t exist. There were big stuffed colorful scarecrows, man and wife, in a cardboard box on the ground outside, beneath a tent. Alex was busy organizing a train of little kids, all dressed up for Christmas, they rode tricycles, wagons, and the like. He called me over to help. I woke up with the same little girl from the start. She asked me to sign her favorite comic, the “one with the pillow”. I thought it was gone, but it was still there.

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Dreams 6/12

 

6/12

  My first dream took place in a restaurant and starred my brother, Glenn. He had a homemade cauldron of soup. 

  I went back to sleep, and the dream picked up where it left off. This is rather rare. Dick Van Dyke stole Glenn’s cauldron of soup. 

  The final dream was really interesting. It took place at an old-fashioned beach resort. I think that I was much younger, perhaps even a teenager. Mummy and Daddy were there as well as another family. There was a fellow, George, with dark hair, who worked there. Nobody liked George, especially not Mummy and Daddy. I had a fishing rod that I’d found abandoned. A lady at the resort told me that I should use it until I could get one of my own. George was fuming mad about getting dissed. A younger boy was teasing me about him. “George?”, he chided. I assured him, “it’s not what you think”. I was about to take him upstairs to explain, but he’d rather, his own “hole” in the broom closet beneath the stairs. That’s when my alarm went off.

Dreams 5/26

 

5/26

  Happy Birthday in Heaven, Daddy! What an amazing night to be a dreamer! I think that the first dream took place in Germany, but I’m not certain, it was Dream Land, after all. It starred two young white men with dark curls, one much taller than the other. The taller one traded a gun for a fishing rod; he had a stash of handguns. I touched one of their heads and told them that I loved them. Then, they both were kidnapped for science. I was working with a young woman trying to find them. I found a table of toddlers who had been vaccinated. They all had one horribly mutilated leg. I could not find the young men though. 

  The second dream was awesome, probably the best. I’m pretty sure that it took place in Austria during the late nineteenth century. It starred a ginger vampiress wearing a teal silk gown. She was gorgeous. I put a large piece of tissue paper into a white porcelain bathtub full of hot water. It dissolved and fizzed. The vampiress became round and soft like a ball with a head. She was still dressed and talking, but her gown had changed colors, gold and rust. There was a tall, slender, fancy, white plastic doll house, taller than me, empty, and loaded with glass, so transparent. I was running through a shop with a young blonde woman and wanted to go back and fetch a wooden doll pen topped with a doll wearing a gray woolen coat and cap. Back in the vampire’s palace we found some dead boys. There was another room full of antique stuffed animals, all kinds. There was another wooden puzzle pen of the vampiress, complete with the ginger curls and turquoise gown. I pulled it apart. 

  The third dream was out of this world and took place at a swanky establishment where Ron and I were attending a late doll show and auction. After the show, before the auction started, I was trying to get my green trimmed, knee length, houndstooth coat off of an old redheaded woman who was wearing it. I wanted it back because it had some cotton balls stuffed in the pockets. When I got it, I realized that the cotton balls were pink. The woman opened her carpet bag and revealed a bag full of them, all colors, plus a couple of knitting needles. They were not cotton balls, but wool. I told her, never mind, that she could keep the coat. Now, there was a young man with dark hair wearing a suit, who I conned the old women into presenting the auction. He wasn’t happy about it, and I did not care. I knew that he liked me and set him up. I told him that I could not help it, that I had been up all night. I was walking out into the night going for the parking lot, looking for Ron. A young white man in a red jacket was shooting at me with a pistol and nearly hit me. Why I confronted him, who knows. I had a hold of him, and he was talking about my bra, how he could feel the strap. I joked that it was no big deal. He confessed that he liked me and didn’t really know why he wanted to shoot me. I was now back inside the building with Ron, and there was a huge flea market set up. A man had four miniature poodles with poodle cuts on leashes. I was petting a white and gray one when I noticed a cardboard sign with red lettering that said that Charles Schwab was for sale. I told the man about Arthur, and he asked me if he was brown. I told him that he was white and brown. He asked if he was brindle, and I answered, no. Then I walked down to a table on the far right where Paulina was sitting with another woman, selling antique trinkets. I was telling her about Rachel coming from a family of ten, and how her mother just had another baby.

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Ghost Stories: Crystal Cave

  I love my new job at Crystal Cave and have another chapter to add to Ghost Stories by Dana Lee that should be available soon. It began with a dream. I dreamed that my best friend, Theresa, and I were having supper in the cave, and she said, "See you tomorrow", the night before my first day. Then I saw a Scooby Doo looking ghost during my first "lights out", when the lights go out in the cave. It looked like a Halloween sheet ghost without eyes, shimmering electric green as Danu, my Glo catfish. It began at the stairs up to the Totem Pole, (who I call a deva), and moved towards me down the hall. It lasted the entire "lights out" while I tried to blink it away. I did not see it again, but a week later I was alone in the cave sweeping. At the very same spot where the ghost had appeared, at the foot of the stairs up to the Totem Pole, I caught the faint whiff of a good cigar. The smell grew and walked with me so much that I began chatting with it. I never knew such a friendly ghost, so welcoming. It followed me all the way to the mouth of the cave. Another week passed before I made the connection and named the ghost. I'm quite sure that it is Samuel Kohler, who bought the cave in 1872 for five-thousand dollars, protecting it from vandals. When he passed away his son David broke into the cave and stole a calcite speleothem from Prairie Dog Island that is on his grave in Kutztown Cemetery. It must pin him to the cave. 

  I was covering for miniature golf reading Poldark when the maintenance man, Mike, came to cut the grass. He said that there is a white lady ghost, and that the guy that hired me saw a ghost in the rest room of the restaurant that I'm going to work in. He thought that it was a real person and was waiting for him while he closed, but there wasn't anybody there. The owner told me that the inn is haunted. The tenant said that his kitchen cupboards just opened. He said that he's heard horses in the restaurant that used to be a barn. The girls have told me everything from the seats in the theater moving to noises in the restaurant and the rest room doors of the souvenir shop opening and closing. 

  The cave bathroom is haunted. The first time I just saw something black, very solid, perhaps the hem of a skirt, beneath the stall, when nobody was there. The second time it was loaded with sprickets. Sprickets are unique to the cave, half spider, half cricket. They don't chirp or bite. They are big, have very long legs, and are stripey brown and black. They have extraordinarily long antennae too. We think that they eat algae, which is good for the cave as the algae corrodes the soft limestone. They hang out in the eighteenth hole box at mini golf too. Their closest known relatives are found in Australia with 97% the same DNA. I passed the first stall and saw a young white woman with wet hair covering her face sitting on the toilet. She was wearing pants and a long-sleeved top. I wondered why somebody would have the stall open and looked back, but there wasn't anybody there. A spricket followed me up to the theater, tickling my neck.     
 

Ghost Stories

Amazon's asshole intelligence has terminated my publishing account. I am just waiting to see if I get my last order before deleting my entire account. I've double HEXED them for that. I'm already revamping my ghost stories for my first future publication, probably at Barnes & Noble, we'll see. I plan to include all four dream books into a massive omnibus as my second project. Of course, Fanging with Claude, DOC, and Hot Blood will be coming along. The art and doll books will be later. I doubt that the Pennsylvania picture books will ever be available again, but I might be able to work with my massive cemetery archive with prints or something. Stay positively wicked, my friends! ✨
   

My First Steiff

  Inspired by Honey and Spice and Everything Nice, Central Penn Doll Club's May Day luncheon, based upon a dream, I've scored my first Steiff. I've wanted one all of my life. I prefer Andre to the door prizes that I didn't win, and I didn't spend an arm and leg on him. He growls, it's adorable. I have a Merrythought mohair growler, Popcorn, but she's quiet. Andre is alpaca and very soft. I will be attending Letitia Penn Doll Club's show in Dublin soon and am looking forward to that. If I ever get a new car I will join that club, but in the meantime, I must check out Lancaster's Red Rose Club which is a lot closer. 
 

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Purple Witch's Crystal Ball

  It's official, I'm a certified tour guide at Crystal Cave. Purple Witch got her crystal ball. I dreamed that we were having supper in the cave the night before my first day. She told me, "See you tomorrow". I saw a totes Scooby Doo ghost during my first "lights out" that day. I've not seen the likes of that since. That's the good news, 'witch is very good. Now, for the bad, anybody that knows me knows that I'm only an alright witch, neither good or bad. I'm having a hell of a time verifying my identity on Amazon. I'm getting to the point that I'm going to have to hex them like Hershey's and Mattel. It's not my fault. 😠
 

Dreams 3/24

 

3/24

  I swore I wrote down this first dream, but I must’ve dreamed that too. Let me see what I can recall. It took place in a dirty old derelict house in the country with a young man or two. I hitched a ride in the back of a pickup truck, but they didn’t want me coming along. Ron kept waking me up telling me about Fentanyl Barbie. I freaked out saying that I’d cursed Mattel for giving Skeletor tits and a miniskirt. I didn’t know that my curses worked so quick. 

  I fell back to sleep at 5:30 am. This dream took place at Wicks-n-Sticks at Christmas. My boss was Pam from Job Corps. I thought this meant that she was dead and discovered that Job Corps closed. It was an infectious haunted pit. I loved Pam. She was way better than Patti, my crazy boss from Wicks-n-Sticks. Back to the dream. I don’t like to elaborate, but I discover a lot of things from my dreams. The place was heavily decorated with snow houses and animatronics. All kinds of adorable stuffed owls were all over the floor. A tent was set up for crafts, and a very nice older gentleman, Tom, was going through a big colorful pop-up book. A woman reached over and tore off the head of a big pink TIKI looking god by accident. Then she left the tent with a younger girl saying that she wanted to invite Tom to the airshow but did not want to pay for him or buy him a pretzel. A young lady gave me an enormous brownie. It was very thin, like pizza, with a crusty bottom. I shared it with my ex, Paul, who was sitting in a group. 

  My third dream was about aquariums, but Frankie woke me up. Ron had put him in the garage, and he was tearing up the door. It sounded like somebody was breaking sticks. That’s what woke me up.

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Dreams 3/22

 3/22

  I was going through my Easter basket; Mummy was with me. She asked me what I was going to do with my hydration station and the twenty-five dollars that she had given me. I told her that I’d probably buy more clay. She asked how many dolls I could make with a block of clay. I told her, three. She said, “That’s good!” Then Ron woke me up banging on my door with Frankie. I gave him the finger and slept on the couch. 

  The second dream took place at an aquarium. Mummy and Becky Galbraith were there. Becky and I had made up. There were enormous hatchet fish, and I showed Mummy how big they were with my hands. I was looking for a bathroom when a guy from the group pointed out some barbs, sleek black fish. 

  The third dream should’ve been epic, but I am so sleep deprived. It began alongside the car in a parking lot on a class trip to a fair. I had lots of girlfriends along, but none that I recognized from real life. I wanted to make an old-fashioned plastic mermaid. The female vendor told me that it would cost ten to thirty-five dollars. I said that my money was in my bag in the car. My girlfriend said that she’d lend me the money. The vendor was showing me plastic bags filled with odd things: emblems, Mucha sorts of designs, and other old-fashioned stuff, but nothing like the little mermaids that were supposedly do-it-yourself from a pressed mold, I presumed. The last bag had a polished bronze relief of Neptune fixed to a piece of clear turquoise plastic, something like a little fishing rod, a tiny compass, and other brassy fixings. I took that one. My teacher or chaperone, a tall white middle-aged man, was talking to somebody about canceling a loan. I passed a big bin full of things like a navy-blue wool stuffed elephant. We were heading towards the car when Ron had the actual gall to wake me up again. Then he asked me for breakfast. I told him that I’d fix him a middle finger sandwich along with a thank God Dana isn’t running away omelet.

 

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Dreams 3/6

3/6

  Somehow my first dream snippet was lost. The second took place by a pond in spring. A young, naked, Barbara Eden plucked some black downy feathers and tossed them to the wind. She reappeared, lying down on her back in the moss. Black feathers and down filled in all around her until she became a great black water bird like a swan. I got very little sleep thanks to Arthur and Frankie with his wand. He locked himself in the cellar dragging it behind him. 

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Dreams: 3/3

 3/3

  Well, it wasn’t the corn chowder! I have loads of dreams to report. The first one took place in a lodge in the country and starred Ron. I was shopping for eggs and pushing a little buggy. The women that worked there laughed at me, and I soon discovered why. There were all kinds of eggs: big, small, brown, pink, and pale green. I tried to put the long blue egg carton in my buggy, but it wouldn’t fit. 

  Next, I was at a lake with a boy. He had a worm at the base of his head behind his neck which caused his spinal cord to be crossed and tied like a helix. 

  The soundtrack began with the third dream: Air Supply’s “Sweet Dreams”. It took place in a barn store with four kittens. They all were fluffy with long hair, Persian-like. Three of them were tortoiseshell colors and were climbing up a cord like monkeys. The fourth was red, white, and blue, amazing, like a catcake. 

  Dream number four took place in a splendid old house. It might’ve been a boarding house; there were a lot of young women staying there. I had given a heavy-set dark-haired girl a catalog which she was so happy about that she hugged me. I think that she was planning to start a small business. I moved to a living room where a tall blonde Canadian man in a suit that looked like something that Elton John would wear was speaking to a group of musicians, all men. His coiffure had to have been a wig, it looked like Dolly Parton’s. He said, “What a house!” He asked me if I had ever seen such a house before, referring to the decor. I told him that once I was in a house with six drummers. He was not impressed.

  They just kept getting better. I have six pages of scribbly notes to go on, and the fifth dream was my favorite. It starred Theresa, and I feel as if she has really visited with me. I sent out Thomas’s birthday gift yesterday, a copy of DOC that he should’ve gotten for Christmas, lost at my brother’s, since Theresa never came to pick it up. She was really acting up, the old Theresa, I knew, before life sucked the soul from her. We were shopping in an exclusive and very expensive gift shop full of glass cases, shelves, and delicate precious things. There were miniature fairy rooms, dolls, and furniture. I was thinking about asking the price of a small wooden chicken and a tiny porcelain fairy. Theresa was at a huge old-school Halloween mask rack. She wanted the Wednesday Addams mask at the top, and said, “I have an idea.” She wanted me to climb up the rack, but when I wouldn’t she started laughing and shaking the rack. 

  In the final dream I was with Ron in a strange dark shopping center. It wasn’t a mall or a market, something entirely different, more like Epcot Center only less glamorous. I think that my parents were around because I had a ton of left-over fried food like chicken fingers and french fries with gravy, in the biggest doggy bag ever. It was plastic, like a bag, very colorful and printed, (there were mermaids at the top), and looked like a large suitcase. I was trying to figure out how it opened at the top. There were two flaps to tear and reinsert. There were a couple of siblings, probably in their twenties, with dark hair, maybe Spanish. They were begging, sitting at a small table set with glasses of water. I said that the boy was a motherfucker. The girl was pretty and embarrassed. I told her that she wasn’t a motherfucker. Then I walked home in the dark. I passed by a crowded, lit tavern where I was talking about Shiner, out loud, to myself, before remembering that he was dead. When I got home I expected to find Ron. Instead, my ex, Paul, came out from under the stairs wearing a black band t-shirt like he wouldn’t be caught dead in. He was working in a shop. He said, “It’s me.”

   It was a record night for dreams. I had been watching Grantchester when I fell asleep, but I think these were more inspired by New Castle After Dark’s Images from 1972 starring Susannah York.  

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Dreams: 2/18

 2/18

  The new moon meant massive dreaming for me! First, a horror: I was lying on the couch, here, watching television. An adorable tiny white lion cub, complete with a mane, jumped up on the couch with me. Then, his father, who was also white, strutted into the room followed by a white bull African elephant who gored the father and child. I cried over the bloodied cub. 

  Then Ron and I moved into an enormous apartment building. I had to go shopping but didn’t know where my car was parked. Ron told me that it was on the third or fifth floor of the attached parking garage. I told him about the dream with the elephant and lions. I went to the fifth floor first; there were concrete steps. There were loads of people that I had to climb over including a teenage white girl with sandy hair who was wrapped up in a handmade afghan, reading. I could not find my car and wandered over to an old-fashioned elevator decked out in red Persian rugs. I decided not to use it and went to the fifth floor. There was a room with a small court in session that I did not disturb. I passed an old organ against the wall. In a lobby was a display of gorgeous flowering aquatic plants in a large tank of sparkling water. I took a yellow pamphlet concerning them. A small girl carrying a Wendy Lawton doll in a box stopped and asked about Frankie. She said that she had a friend in Whitaker who had told her all about him and that she was from Pittsburgh. Just then a huge black and white bob tailed cat, big as a sheepdog, jumped up and gave her a warm hug. A blonde woman came out from her apartment talking about the cat. She was wearing turquoise silk Chinese capri pants with a flouncy blouse. I followed her into her apartment. It was very messy, dirty. She stood in front of a full-length mirror and applied blue gel beneath her eyes, really rubbing it in. Suddenly her face looked like a dinosaur with stripes of yellow and green colors across her nose. I told her that I liked her pants, and she said something about everybody doing tai-chi. I left her apartment and could hear the song “Me and the Devil” playing over a speaker. I went outside down a few cement steps and into the mud where there were three little dogs; one of them was called Arthur. There was an older woman out there talking about all of the dead Indians. I went back up to our large empty apartment that was painted all white and in need of a paint job. I told Ron that the place was a dump and that I couldn’t find my car.

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Dreams 2/4

 2/4

  My first dream took place in my last bedroom back in Clover Crest. A friend of mine was asking about a Monster High doll. I told him that her name was Blondina Blonde. I had a small color brochure in my right hand desk drawer that featured her. Neither of us had the doll. 

  The second dream was wild and crazy, caused by Arthur and Frankie beating on my door. I got up, opened the door, and two dolls, one bigger than the Governess, a chinahead doll of mine, were running at me. The Governess got down on all fours and ran to my door like a cat. It was so realistic that I woke up astounded. What a riot. 

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