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.
Ron and I were having a holiday near the beach. It was someplace like Mystic. We wandered into a little family owned shop that used to be a restaurant where we had eaten before. The place was run by three siblings, two women and a man. I think their names were Anna, Sarah, and Tom, but can’t be sure. Anna was the oldest, probably in her fifties, and Sarah, the youngest, was a plump red head in her forties with pearly white skin. The shop was old, two floors, and interesting. I hadn’t realized that we had been there, years before, for a while. They sold all sorts of crafts. We were talking to all of them, but Sarah, mostly. She told me a story about a ghost tapping her on the shoulder. She said that she was going out in the boat. Ron and I sat down at a crowded counter space and ordered some food. I had two little glasses, one being a clear dessert cocktail with some sort of Sambuca mix that I sipped at. I think the other was just water, but they were both served in long stemmed dessert glassware. I had gotten up from the counter and continued to look around while we were waiting for our food. Just then somebody rushed in saying that Sarah had drowned. We all went down to the pier which was a stone’s throw away. We could see the dinghy in the shallow water, then Sarah, wearing a black one piece bathing suit, very white, on her side. Her face was hidden beneath her ginger curls. She looked like a seashell caught in lichen. We went back to the shop. I went downstairs and found two pieces that Sarah had made, a tiny seashell or stone mermaid, about an inch long, for curing migraines and a seal tray that I think was carved from Larimer. The seal might’ve been for incense. Both had little tags with Sarah’s name handwritten. Things got really chaotic in the shop after the drowning. Everybody was in shock. I was paging through an old scrapbook with baby pictures of Sarah. I had given Anna my items to ring up, and she asked what I was doing downstairs. She also said that the sinus mermaid worked. Two men had robbed the place, stealing sixty dollars worth of merchandise. I was back at my seat at the counter looking at a Scarlet O’Hara craft doll kit: a little cotton poppet to sew with two frocks sealed in a plastic bag with material and instructions. A man and his wife were sitting next to me, and the fellow said that Sarah was an Aries. I told him that I was Aries. He said that he was thirty-nine. He was chubby with olive skin, looked Portuguese. I told him that I was twenty-nine, and his wife laughed. I was thinking that I was older, but wasn’t lying, had only forgotten. There was an older woman in a yellow and pink striped colonial costume with a mob cap, powdered wig, and clown makeup. I had followed her to Tom’s room, which was like the room Grandpap slept in, Up Camp, the family summer cottage in the country. I went to take the video camera from her until I noticed that she was taping Tom sleeping. I went back to the counter, and Ron wanted to know where I had been and why I hadn’t drunk my drink. He was bagging up his food, some fish and chips, in a brown bag, and I helped. The food was still hot and looked good. By this time everybody had gathered out front, mourning Sarah. There was supposed to be a ball that night, at the shop, but it had been cancelled.
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Next, I was with Matt and other friends in a strange old town crammed full of sprawling buildings with amazing architecture, stone and brick streets, and tight alley ways. Matt and I had slipped into The Munschower House, or something like that, through a door on the right hand side. He wanted to see a body in the basement. I was a bit leery, but he wasn't. There was a lot of wood painted green inside. While slipping through tight hallways and around many corners I had lost him when a woman with dark hair who worked there spotted me and ordered me out. I left through a sunporch pretty quickly and met with another male friend who was a Dream Person.
Now the dreaming took another turn as I no longer think it was the same town. It looked like China. It was packed with buildings, some of which had spectacular bronze statues round the tops. The abode where we were headed was as such. He called it something like The Anubis House, but not quite. There were massive busts of creatures that looked demonic round the top. There was a building with a tower nearby. The spires and minarets looked Byzantine. We were staying with a friend's uncle in The Anubis House. It was strange and marvelous inside with winding rooms full of queer items. We went out with our girlfriend, the three of us, on a marvelous adventure climbing and crawling through the town. At one point we were lost. We were in a place that looked like an enormous flea market with baskets of all kinds of things: crystals, purses, a litter of stuff, piled high on the floor. I really had to crawl through the things, it was a dragon's hoard. I had a crystal and a bit of folded paper, a charm, perhaps, in my hand when we came upon a fellow who worked there, an Asian, like the girl, who directed us back to The Anubis House. I grabbed a small ladybug change purse from a basket on my way out of the window which was little more than a slot.
