Oh, my ghoul all those monsters have flown out the door. I'm meeting Arthur, my new puppy, on Thursday, but I want to register his AKC and get him a harness. Plus, I want to take my grade school girlfriend away for the night at the 1777 Americana Inn in Ephrata. She needs a break. We'll have such fun. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is looking forward to meeting his new brother, Sir Frankie Crisp, according to his breeder, David King. TTYL...
6/28
I slept all day and had many dreams. The first starred Kim Richards. We lived together in a dusty ranch house. We had become good friends. We were talking about my Aunt Nancy, and how she and Kim were both Leos. I told her that I had loved her since I was a kid and watched Nanny & the Professor.
The second dream starred my friend Laurie, and we were children again, maybe eleven or twelve. I told her that she had always been tall.
The third dream was lavish. I was in China, the Wu Dan, with my parents and my ex. We were waiting in line. Mummy and Daddy were probably only in their thirties. Somehow I turned around, and they were all gone. I was left and lost. I walked around looking for them. The rest of the dream might’ve been wonderful if I wasn’t worried about being lost. I walked down a gravel path to a stream. There were watercolors and dolls for sale. They dipped them in the water of the stream. An artist was wading in the stream wearing a straw hat. The dolls were knit with bonnets and long skirts, no legs. The one I had picked up to look at was pale blue, knitted with fine yarn. I walked back up the path and continued on through a fabulous meadow. To the left of the path there were picnickers dressed in colorful old-fashioned silks, big billowy things of blue, gold, red, all colors. Some were reclining on patch work blankets made of silk, checkered black and gold. Others sat at little round tables. As I continued on I reached a forest, and as I entered the trees the light had dimmed considerably. Just beyond the forest entrance lay a natural auditorium. The was an enormously beautiful blue silk backdrop with an Asian dwelling to the left hung as scenery for the assembly, whatever it might’ve been. The people were dressed in the same colorful silks, looking like samurais or opera characters. As I moved through the trees a big American guy came up to me and said, “Better than Barbara Caruso.” As he did his lips touched my forehead. He walked on, up ahead of me. I was thinking about going after him, asking for his help, when I woke up.
