dream book

[SadLuckDame]

More spiders in the dreams, was scared I'd been bit by a poisonous female. Tragic dreams, messy accidents, some blood on the edges and everything smashed up including four rows of the front of a super market. Not a good night's rest for me. I must of went to sleep worried.

[MrGuilty]

Good dream last night, must have been a non rem one. I wish I had wrote it down. I been keeping a pad and pen by my bed like Kerouac. But I forgot to write it down. It was an intricate dream, it was almost like an instructional video on how to do something but now I can't remember it.

In real time I was bit by a black widow. Such a painless bite. This was maybe ten years after my trip with silent woman. Such an exquisite orgasm.

When I was a kid I would play hookey from school for weeks at a time. Wander the streets of Baltimore from Fells Point to Federal Hill. Staying to the back alleys to avoid the truant officers.

[SadLuckDame]

Just woke up from a lot of dreaming.
Dreamt of a neglected child falling asleep while she quietly played, I'd not heard a peep, woke up asking her, "What did you do while I slept?" She looked back at me in her peaceful and calm state of mind and I thought she needed the rest while I rested. Then I woke up from it.

The next dream was strange, I was hiding my habits from my father when I walked to find him working hard in the dirt, covered in mud. I'd quickly went inside, he followed me and said he needed to get cleaned up and I decided to ask if I could borrow his car. Out walked my sister in tall 'fishing' type pants (the ones to wade water) and she went out into the mud like my Dad, but I looked after her...

We talked and she walked in the deep mud, it kept getting deeper too, until finally she hit a spot up to her neck, saying, "This is the spot Dad worked in cause here's his hat..." Then she was swallowed by mud. I was able to grab her hands, I pulled and pulled until she was finally out.

We went inside and told my Dad we knew he was sunk and swallowed in that mud too, but he said, "You two need to learn how to swim."

Switched moods but same scenes/people. I'd had cuts all over my hands and hadn't complained, but with a new cut that was dripping blood I asked my Dad to reach a band-aid for me. He said, "It's just a tiny cut, you won't need a band-aid." And he was right, I'd looked down and the blood was already dried.

[SadLuckDame]

In real time I was bit by a black widow.

How'd I miss this? Were you really biten by one? It's a huge fear of mine.

[stilltrucking]

A painless bite but
I felt nauseous
later my foot swelled up like a purple football.

This was ten years after my LSD trip with silent woman. While we were fucking she morphed into a black widow spider beneath me. Such an exquistie orgasm. One thing had nothing to do with another but for some reason that spider bite and that orgasm are juxtaposed in my mind.

Hester had a scarlet letter
I got three.
Acid Abortion and Adultery.

History nothing but his story

I don't know what scares me anymore. Plenty I am sure. At the moment all I can think of is women, snakes, spiders, and true believers.

[SadLuckDame]

I had a dream last night of going to a hopping club, men were very steamy, attentive but I'd no interest in their way of attentions. After dinner and drinks, along came a past beau.

Things led to passionate things, and I'd ended up entwined with him outside on some grassy hillside. It was very dark, and I was very wrapped up in the moment...it felt like wet grass, cold and tapping the senses. After the embrace, we'd realized we'd just got passionately entwined on a patchy earth with broken glass shards. They'd cut into our skin, I'd pulled them from slashes out of my fingers. He seemed horrified we'd been so slashed, but I found it amazing how we'd not known in the dark what that sensation was.

How the mind couldn't figure in the exact solid thing making our skin feel that way, so it just gave us the impression of wet, cold grass.

[stilltrucking]

Dreamed about being underwater a sunken ship, opening a hatch and air escaped. It was a pretty good dream. Woke up feeling good about something.

I finally found the Hawthorne story about the Bosom Serpent

The Bosom Serpent

Things not going well with my sister, I don't feel like writing much. Be back when I do.

[SadLuckDame]

I love that book of shorts, there's a birthmark story in there too that I keep returning to. And the one I was telling Jimbolica about with the dinner guests.

[SadLuckDame]

Here is the one I like from it...
The Birthmark

A mad scientist type. A good read.

Feel better you.
I'm not sure if I'm just the type to be sort of a sponge and absorb the emotions I surround myself in, ex. yours often times,
but here I am depressed. Been cat fighting all day, was in tears after a fight an hour ago and find myself questioning myself of how this happens. You must think it annoying of me too, I'm annoyed with myself. It's lame of me to admit it.

I had a strange fairytale dream last night of squirrels. They granted me access to hidden secret stairways through the trees, and passages to hidden rooms there. I saw other people with access to it as well, but none of my own party could see it. I'd climb and say, "oh look here..." and they'd reply, "at what?"

The squirrels talked as a genius species.

[SadLuckDame]

Grace Slick--Dreams

More dreams than not lately. Snakes with poison saliva, highways past my Grandmothers and being on the road stuck to the course, aggravation and aggression plus acceleration, fruit trees and caverns with stalactites, mites...

[stilltrucking]

Oh I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams
Until I heard the thunder rumble
I saw the mountains crumble
Then came the circus so I followed its parade
With all the fancy lion-tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
I saw those high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, son-of-bitches
All were there, in my dreams
All in my dreams

Thanks for the song, I liked a lot.

I been reading I.B. Singer short stories. Rereading one called A Crown Of Feathers, so spooky.


The Scarlet Letter. Another book I have read and reread a few times. I thought I was going to write a hypertext novel called The Scarlet Letters, three scarlet letters. Acid, adultery, abortion. I have played that whole scene over and over in my mind so many times.

I spend a lot of time watching squirrels these days. I try to sit outside as much as I can and they are always putting on a show.

I checked out the movies on [url=http://www.imdb.com/IMDB[/url], both rated as pretty good.

[SadLuckDame]

That moon movie was a don't miss, you'll prolly like it if you get the chance.

Grace Slick, she's magic. Glad she was good for you too.
Gonna check out A Crown of Feathers.

That Scarlet Letter book left such a strong impression, the daughter had me spooked, what a good choice to re-read and I plan to too.
I'd read it if you did.

[stilltrucking]

I am a lyrics freak, I can hardly hear music I am tone deaf and tune deaf.

Here is a very good three minute movie. I thought mouseyone would like it too.


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Singer is spooky. Reminds me of that Argentinian writer Borges.

[SadLuckDame]

I did like that clip, I like how the girls give a side-ways glance.

I don't know where you've disappeared off to, I'd wanted to tell you two days worth of extreme dreaming, it might have been the moon's influence. Very heavy. But, you're not here to share them all with.
I've dreamt of creating a mysterious flower by blowing seeds on to them; they only grow once a year and in one specific place. A handful only (myself including) were on time at the exact place and moment to watch them flicker to life, but die a sudden death of poof in smoke minutes after-ward. Maybe like Hailey's comet.

Also same dream with these warm wax moths. Their bodies could be smoothed down, like almost hardened candle wax; warm, but still slightly pliable. They were the exact color of these pine tree seeds I've seen, greenish-blue, a little darker than chrysalis. They too only found in a specific area on a one time moment.

Dreams of a shot gun shot to a mirror's reflection. Dreams of some intimacies, dreams of horses and two skeleton keys. My mind's been busy at night.

I'd give more detail, for I've been trying to keep them fresh, except today they're fading rather quickly. Wish you were here.

[stilltrucking]

Always cheers me up to see a side long glance.

I forgot my dream this morning but the thought that lingered was "A stitch in time saves ..." Something about getting my meat machine in order.

It was a pretty good dream , or at least that is how I felt when I woke from it.

But
I wish I had been there for yours, I think mine were pretty mundane.