Last night there was an egg-eating vampire in my bathtub. Why the bathtub? Because I cornered him there with a shotgun at close range. Wouldn't kill him but it'd be damned unpleasant. He complained about being hungry. I certainly wasn't giving up any of my blood, so I asked him what might tide him over. He indicated the eggs in my mini-fridge. I ( Read more... )

While I was homeless, I never was in a homeless shelter--until last night's dream about being homeless with my adult daughter and grandchildren. We all went to the shelter together. Somehow it resembled a jail. No in and out privileges, I think ( Read more... )

I get tired of homeless dreams. It's been a long time since I was homeless--since the early eighties, in fact. Why do I still have so many dreams about it ( Read more... )

It's always nice to have pleasant, Goddess-oriented dreams. First I was reading some cool Goddess-related new book and taking notes, then I was in a great women's bookstore filled with interesting people, one of whom had designed her hair with a series of different dyes to look like the earth and sky, then I was walking along this path that had ( Read more... )

It started out as epic fantasy, with a "Job--A Comedy of Justice" style world-shifting, the kind where you cling to your valued possessions at all times lest you suddenly be whisked to another reality without them. At one point I was told that the next reality I and a group of people I don't know in real life were going to shift to would be ( Read more... )