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I woke up out of a weird dream today. I was at a spa and having a treatment on my feet. But instead of those little fish that nibble the dead skin off your feet, they were using a huge pool and crayfish to do the gnawing of dead flesh. As I was debating if I wanted to try it, the proprietor promised an even better, more special treatment and proceeded to cut off his foot at the ankle and floated that in the water. I was too dumbstruck to do anything. Then he cut off his other foot and the feet of a few other people. I woke up before they could dump me in the foot pool. Why brain?!?



It's music monday. I'm doing the alphabet again picking songs of the 2020s. I'm up to I. Feel free to share your I songs.

( I have more I's than I thought I would )

Emotionally. I'll save the work issues (other than say HR should ASK if we're working on Friday other than buying into the rumor no one works on friday because three of us can't meet with the potential new hire. two can reschedule themselves. I can't and won't because it's my oncology appt) for a locked post sometime.

I've been having creepypasta dreams one with me walling someone up in some strange organic polymer because I was mad at him. (I have no idea who he was) I had gotten up to his face when I woke a half hour before my alarm this morning.

Another was me being furious with my cat who was hiding under my bed (a gray kitty I've never owned) and I was so mad I threw my bed and dragged this poor thing out by its scruff (I would never do this just so we're clear)

Another was my uncle (the one who just passed) lying on bedding in my closet, getting madder and sicker as we went (this one went on forever).

My brain is mad obviously.

What I Just Finished Reading:

Floating Hotel - here's the thing, if I hadn't been reading this for a prompt I might have given up. That said, I'm glad I didn't. It was interesting how she focused on one character per chapter giving their reason for being on the hotel and what's happening now and it was a jigsaw building to the climax which was well done

Les Normaux - gay paranormal romance graphic novel, lovely art, good enough story (webtoon) but I wasn't wowed. You might be (I'm not a romancy type)


What I am Currently Reading:

Another Fine Mess -Didn't realize this was book two so I am annoyed with myself because this is 100% spoilery for book one. It's a strange book, I'm liking it

Raised by a Serial Killer - so far I'm not blown away. I'm mostly sitting here going does ANYONE have this many clear memories from the time they were 3-6 years old.


What I Plan to Read Next: I forgot Bossard Library (it's in Gallipolis, not my usual library) does an amazing giveaway as their winter reading program so I grabbed a boat load of graphic novels to power thru by Monday to be able to put in for the giveaways so those.

I don't have a costco within nearly 100 miles of me so I went today. I got my tires there. I'm now much poorer. I also took a peek at Best Buy to get an idea about a computer. I want/need a new desktop.

From there I got some big lace for my new hat. I have too many steampunk hats so now I'm making more. Makes sense I'm sure.

Dad did get his brother into the home but not until nearly 6 pm tonight. I'll go tomorrow before i leave because it'll probably be the last time I'll see him.

I leave for home on Thursday so I can get there just before the new band of snow storms (with my luck that's when the power goes out)

In today's idiocy I was trying to desnarl my hair and condition it and the knot slice my finger like a knife a quarter inch long and equally deep. At least I only bled all over the shower.

I can't figure out my diabetes which is another reason I want that dexcom to track patterns. Yesterday I ate bad, pizza for lunch, potatoes and sweet BBQ sauce and very sweet baked apples for dinner, even some candy and cookies and mini quiches later in the evening. My sugar the next day after 2 weeks of 200+, it was down to 150 when it should have been 300. OMFG WHY?

Also I had a night of weird dreams. I woke at 3, went to the bathroom and got in bed again. I thought it was just a few minutes but I had fallen asleep some because someone got into bed with me. It was mom. I'm like mom why are you here? She didn't answer me. I wanted to roll over and turn on the light but sleep paralysis had other ideas. I hate that (and yes it's sleep paralysis NOT demons, fucking Zak Bagans.)

Then I dreamt mom had me washing dishes and I managed to cut straight the tendon in my right index finger with a chef knife. Well thanks for nothing brain.

Fannish 50 Tuesday - I don't have much rolling around in my head right now so let's talk first fandoms. I'll show you mine and you show me yours. Star Trek and Star Wars but it was the latter I saw in the theater for my 10th birthday and immediately came home and wrote terrible mary sue self insert Han Solo fic. What do you want? I'm 10. Now I did by the time I was 13 belong to the ST/SW fan clubs and they did occasionally showcase fan work but I was far too young and far too bad for that.

My real first fandom as we'd consider it today was Elfquest. By 1982 I was involved in the fandom. Back then fan art and fan fic went hand in hand and I miss that SO much. You belonged to a Holt, a small group and every story was farmed out to an artist for at least one if not more pieces of art before it was all pasted into a paper zine and mailed to everyone. Yep, that's right, you got everyone's mailing address. (At least we were a little less hateful in those days) EQ did NOT allow you to use the actual characters so everyone had their own original elves. I was in dozens of holts (and oh did I mention the art, yeah it wasn't just for the stories, artists got their own showcases).

What it taught me was community. I learned to write with others because you were using someone else's creation to interact with your own original characters. It was what we call shared world writing these days and it was fun for the most part. Occasionally, it wasn't because yes of course there were cliques and big name fans and you were on the outside. That was disappointing ranging to hurtful depending on the who and when and which holt. But for the most part it was some of the best times I've ever had in fandom. It lasted until the late 90s when the internet happened and EQ was nearly 20 years old.

So what was your first?

Also speaking of hateful I wish people were less hateful So far no one has bothered me for liking Hazbin/Helluva but I do want to know how social media and the anonymous nature of it has gotten to the point where people feel comfortable with suggesting creators be killed because they don't like what they're putting out. I would love to be that creator some day with a fandom falling me (which okay unlikely at this point but still, it's the dream) and I would hate to know people are out there wishing me dead.

I have several purses and boots that are a mix of pleather and leather. And ALL the pleather is giving up the ghost and peeling apart (including my task chair. Again!) THere was black crap all over the car today and I realized it was the pleather of my purse (which I didn't even realize WAS pleather, the rest is leather or damn well better be at the price of that thing) I had that happen with my other purse but it was just a solitary strip around the zipper that I sat down and totally peeled and you can't really tell but this one is a huge swath. I'm thinking of dissecting this purse and harvesting the side panels and making a cloth/leather combo (not sure I have anything that would sew thru that leather).

Both of my black steampunk boots cannot be saved. Need to toss them. Went hunting for another purse (can't find either of the last two I was using) FINALLY find the one I was looking for (my cloth Jack Skellington one) only to find yet another purse I need to toss too (I need to look to see if this is leather/pleather because I smell a combo coming o n). Note to self you don't do well with pleather (glad I put away the bomber jacket I had on earlier. It was cool, affordable and pleather so I left it)

I opened the mail late today to see PA's EZ pass joins the list of idiots. I got a letter saying they're sending me to collections because my EZ pass doesn't have the money to cover my debts. Um...one yes it does. two you skipped over the step where you BILL ME before sending me to collections. I double check my updated credit card and yes I did in fact put 40$ on it (the smallest amount they'd let me put on) before going to Key City Steampunk in Gettysburg because I knew I'd need it for the PA turnpike (and it's NOT a 56$ trip as I had money still on there). So obviously they're putting it thru on the old deactivated card but god knows why. It's too late to call them and they say call back during business hours without saying what those are.

At Kroger's today someone wanted to know if I could tell them where the pasta was (well it IS Italian Heritage month). I said they moved everything but it's actually in the next aisle over. I KNEW you'd know. You looked like it (I'm standing there in an Angel Dust t-shirt. I'm not sure why I looked like I know my pasta but they weren't wrong)


Funnily enough last monday I had reported a weird dream and here's another. I was at my parent's house in mom's room which honestly looked like a sun room more so than a bed room. I was sitting on the bed and suddenly in one of the windows was this orangish monkey (Like a lion tamarin or howler monkey). I started yelling for Mom to come look and she was putting me off. Soon there were a half dozen or so monkeys in the window and I'm still yelling and mom's still not coming.

The monkeys turn around and press their butts to the window screen and they all start pooping through the windows. Now I'm really yelling and there was no response from mom. Then everything shifts. It's later in the day and the pooped on room is now downstairs and carpeted. My dad, brother and his wife are there now. She mom and I go in the backroom which is very damp, flooded really and a huge mess. Suddenly a black kitten comes out of nowhere and keeps leaping into my arms (I'm failing to catch him) and there are two others including a black one with grey stripes. I can't get rid of the kitten so I carry it in the other room where my dad and brother are discussing how to get monkey poop out of the carpet and that's when I woke up....

let's continue with the Music Monday Alphabet theme with sharing songs that begin with a certain letter. Feel free to chime in with your favorite song(s) that follow the weekly letter. Hit me with your favs. I love hearing new music or revisiting older pieces. This week's letter is W

( there are soooooo many Ws that I'm just picking a small sampler )

Because I can't talk about what happened in PA today because they are thoughts I hate even thinking and don't want to put into print.

As promised here is my Lilyfest write up. So my GPS took me the long way there. It's not close FYI it's 40+ miles in the Hocking Hills and there was one gas station on US93 that I thought didn't I used to turn there? But it's been nearly 10 years since I've been to this fest (which feels unreal but I quit working summers with my last shoulder surgery and I think that was like 2014 or something) Maybe that's how I get to my friend's cabin in the woods. Regardless it's a good thing to go the long way because it takes me right past Old Man's Cave. There's a lodge there and I'm like last time at Lilyfest there were 3 portapotties. I stop at the cave park to pee.

And it is PACKED. There are 3 parking lots of considerable size and almost all are filled. Holy Shit. It's like 1230 on Friday and it's 98 fucking degrees out (about 10 degrees cooler in the woods) WHY are 500 fools in the woods? (This is why I don't go to that cave until late fall. It's gorgeous and too popular).

I go another 10 miles up the tiny-assed road to the fest. It is very much unchanged in the last decade. The same 3 portapotties, the same two stages with um...less talented local bands (they aren't awful but this is likely the pinnacle of their careers), the plants (only one vendor) and some of the very same artists. Also some artists who are seriously delusional in their pricing.

Right off the bat I found 2 artists I knew I'd come back to, one doing pendants of semi-precious stones with wire wrapping (10-80$ depending on size and stones) and someone doing glass paperweight (of which I get mom one a year because she loves glass and I'm gonna own 50 of the damn things when she passes). Later I find like 3 other stone/wire wrappers and seriously delusional with 150-250$ on the wraps. That better be gold. I have friends who do this. I know the value of their time and the stones and the first lady is much more in the ballpark. there was someone with neat ceramic plates with wooded night scenes but she had the shapes a little off kilter (like they squashed during firing) and prices in the triple digits. For an off kilter octagon plate I can get 3 muffins on? Nope.

Maybe the cost of vending there has greatly increased. Supplies surely have but some of them were pricing themselves out of most people's budgets. I saw a glass worker who did mosiacs. Her stuff was affordable but...the same pictures I saw a decade ago because I spotted the one I bought for evil little dog way back when. I didn't buy anything more there.

The ubiquitous mix-your-snack-dip dudes were there and since they gave me so many tester pretzels I felt like an oink so I caved and bought the 3 for 15$ (cinnabun, roasted garlic asiago, strawberry and weirdly the savory is half the size of the sweet).

And after nearly melting I spotted a new vendor: someone taking vintage post office box plates and making small storage boxes/piggy banks out of them. For the young folk, back in the day your p.o. box had a combination lock on it. They were often pretty. The Chippy Beaver had them from 1900-1970. I didn't want the latter as they were the things of my childhood and not quite as ornate. I was eyeing the art deco 1920s ones. Now type of wood made the price vary (which yes understandable because there is a big variation in price) Was this more than I wanted to pay? Yes. Did I walk away? Yes. Did I walk back and buy one? Yes. 1920s in hickory. I love it dearly.

After just over an hour I had been thru it all and it was too damn hot to stay longer so I went back to the two vendors from the start of this and got mom a paperweight (downright cheap) and confused him when I said I'd put his deets on social media (dude I get you're a boomer but seriously is it so confusing that I'm trying to help??) I stopped at the wire wrap lady with the reasonable prices and dicked around forever (literally had to dry my hands on my pants twice because I was too sweaty to be comfortable touching anything) I finally settled on a fossil rock and hobbled out of the woods (stopped by a lady about 15-20 years older than me going wish I had brought MY cane. Really? Did you not know there is nothing but bare dirt/gravel paths?)

I also bought mom a Little Judy lily (her name is Judy) and the bare roots of a prairie blue lily. I got some super pink bare roots for me. Let's see if I can plant it tomorrow.

Going home it started me back the way I came and then on US 56 it decided let's go this way (I did stop back Old Man's Cave again to pee and grabbed a gatorade out of the vending machine because I was dying) this way was NOT right. After two turns I was sure of it. I'm like Creole-hue road?!? I KNOW my friend's cabin is out that way. That's not the way home. Then it goes turn left on Stein. Stein is two ruts with some gravel and grass in the middle. Oh fuck no, you possessed GPS. I turn around back to 56 and literally 2 miles later I'm on 93 which is the road all the way home. Um WTF?


Last night/this morning I was having a weird dream. I can't remember all of it but I was in this old house with my mother and her sister's two daughters (my cousins are older than me). Something was in the walls. Like a haunted something. It was trying to drag my mother into the walls. I was stopping it with my psychic abilities but my two cousins were oh no you can't do that? You need Jesus. So I grabbed my holy water from St Winifried's well in Wales and started splashing it into the hole in the wall and said YOU two pray. You're better at it than me and went back to using my powers. The holy water turned into a gel for some reason but I got the thing beaten back and kept mom out of the wall. My brain is weird.

( Have pictures of the Bishop Educational Gardens for Lilyfest and my magic beans )

My uncle will be operated on Monday afternoon (in theory, and they do suspect it's cancer), not good but better than inoperable, plan your funeral news.

As for me, I finally have everything ready for the semester which is already boding ill. Canvas was failing to upload things. I LOST all of the cardio unit for the students in the nursing anatomy (How, I literally have no idea but it must have happened when One Drive hadn't been deactivated yet because that's one of the ' nice features' (cough) that One Drive will delete it from everywhere when you delete it from One Drive. (thanks no). So I had to redo all those chapters (I still have one more to do). I even went back to the old version already on Canvas.

Remember me having issues when the notes weren't matching up? Yep those notes were NOT right. I have no idea where Canvas was pulling them from. So hopefully these new notes are fine (I have one more to do) I have the Canvas sites open, hooked into Connect for homework and sent out the student welcome so other than running down there to print some stuff out tomorrow afternoon, I'm 'done.'

And I spoke to CVS after verifying my insurance and the really good news is it looks like Jardience and Toujeo are both covered (I feared they wouldn't be, they weren't last time) as they are expensive AF. In fact, the poor pharmacist upon saying your script is ready for pick up added uh do you know Jardience is 750$...me : I knew it was stupid expensive but ....Oh wait that wasn't run on your insurance. It's only 520$. You know what, I'm not going to bitch for a 230$ discount. Toujeo is almost as much. This is the time of year where I have to pony up 3 grand in about 6 weeks for my meds and doc visits.

Even better news it looks like my insurance might actually pay for the Dexcom so Monday I'll call Endocrinology and ask for a script. Let's see how this goes (I predict I'll be too allergic to the glue to use it but maybe I'll get lucky)

I spent today editing older novels as breaks in writing A&P notes. I'll talk more about that tomorrow.

And the day before I drove back I had a weird dream. I wish I remembered more of it. I was walking unicorns on two separate occasions and I didn't get my full time with them either time. One was weather related and the other Evil Little Dog and Mom interrupted my unicorn time! Now, they weren't real unicorns. One was a reindeer (no antlers) in a unicorn bridle and the other was a donkey in the same get up. I have no idea why they wouldn't let me play with my damn unicorn

I'll tell you about my day tomorrow because it's nearly midnight and I'm just sitting down.

( but first I HAVE to get this dream down )

So today's Writerly Ways is brought to you by my complete inability to NOT overuse words/phrases/actions. I'm about in tears of frustration at this point. So there is this What Are Filter Words? How to Find and Remove Them for Better Writing I was cautioned last time out in my previous novella with them that I use them a bit much.

So I found this article (among many others) and before submitting anything I look for them. However that isn't going to help you with repeated words. My characters are snorting, laughing, eyerolling, smilers. No seriously. Some of my overused words are over 100 X the word Like was in the document over 400X. It took me over two hours to root them out and I still have to go root out over 900 uses of the word That.

It's not as easy as just axing them (just is another one I'm great at over using) Don't I wish. No you have to come up with other actions to make it less repetitive. Sometimes you can delete the whole sentence as filler rubbish. Sometimes the whole thing needs to be reworked into something better.

Now I'm not complaining here. At the end the story will be better. But it can be a) frustrating b) boring c) tedious AF.

On the other hand using the above article and a couple on crutch words (like just, really, very) I can get a lot of it fixed before submission. Over the last few years after being called on this nonsense, I'm learning to not even think in those terms. They don't even make the page and if they do I get most of them out before submission so yes, you will get better, you will not make the mistakes over and over if you put out some effort.

So where do I go from here? I take the list of over used words, put them in my filter/crutch word file and then I use them pre-submission to stop being lazy in my writing.

Any phrases/words you overuse and wish you didn't?

Open Calls


Love Letters to Poe Volume 3 Original gothic fiction and poetry directly inspired by “The Tell-Tale Heart” (I'm interested)

Northern Nights horror/dark fiction anthology in the vein of previous anthologies of Canadian speculative fiction
Note: Canadian Authors Only

It Came From The Trailer Park Volume 4 I'm still waiting to hear about my story for #3 I AM thinking on this one too

Here There Be Dragons Nice pay rate. How is it I have no dragons?!?

The Ex-Puritan Fall 2023 Issue

Death’s Other Kingdom: Horror Tales of World War I Horror Tales of World War I

The Map of Lost Places (maybe if my Dog Man story doesn't get picked up or maybe my one in Wales...hmmmm)

Intrepidus Ink Fall 2023 Window

Fear Forge Fall 2023 AnthologyHorror for the spooky season of Halloween

30 Literary Magazines Accepting Creative Nonfiction




From Around the Web

5 Tips for Adding Otherworldly Elements Into Your Novel

Darkest Moment: Why Losing Everything Matters

5 Ways to Survive a Publishing Drought

What Types of Editing Does a Book Need? (6 Types To Know)

David Steffen. His Diabolical Plots & Submission Grinder sylvanwitch this is the other submission place I was thinking about

How to Write a Book (and avoid distractions)

Can a Self-Published Book Be Successful? hint: yes

10 Important Parts of a Book for First-Time Authors

Getting a pass by an agent a twitter thread

From Betty

The Dos and Don’ts of Using Magic in Romance

Using Your Conlang Without Ruining Your Story

How to Find the Writer Within, Your Creative Self

4 Tips For Memorable Characters From Jack Sparrow

How to Write Sharable Newsletters Part 2—A Fish Story

Red Herrings, Foreshadows and Creating a Mystery

Do You Have Dirty Links? (should be called Amazon is ridiculous and here's how to make it less so)

Give Your Characters Memories

Writing About Pain: Three Stages of Awareness

Character Type & Trope Thesaurus: Doomsday Prepper

Writing About Pain: Different Types to Explore

The sugar played up and I didn't get to sleep until about 3 AM. THe good news is Rocket, the furry dipshit, decided it was too cold and stayed in all night...and then sent me his pee-dreams. No lie. I was dreaming my little dog wanted to go out the dog door (looked like a fairy door) to pee but it was locked (because it opened to the balcony and I didn't want him to fall off). I woke up to him crying outside the door to go out.

I've been having fannish thoughts. I was thinking that I am getting very tired of fight- manga/anime. I've been watching S6 of My Hero Academia and I've gotten pretty bored (not as bored as the last season of Attack on Titan but close). It has been one long battle (the same battle) for like eight episodes (more if I take last season into account). Character growth slows to a crawl and my interest wanders, the more battle screams, the further my interest goes.

I compare it mentally to The Owlhouse which has battles too but it's balanced with the rest of the story telling. That's richer, more engaging.

I felt the same with the last Star Trek movie, ditto Avengers' Endgame. Yes it's all loud and splashy but it's not necessarily engaging.

Am I alone in this?

And Ooo, my coffee shop has their chocolate covered strawberry lattes back for Valentine's Day. Keep me out of there.

Speaking of Valentine's Day I have a Valentine Bingo card now I need ideas. Anything you want to see?

While mom was off getting her antibiotics, I fell back asleep. and had a weird nightmare. I came back to my apartment and everyone was in it, including my landlords. My coffee table and end table were missing and they said 'we're remodeling' apparently without telling or asking me. I'm there apologizing for how messed up my place is and hoping they're not going to evict me because of the mess. They don't care about that and start chivvying me around (I've forgotten a chunk of this) to my surprise my one story garden apartment is now a more traditional four story apartment situation but the nightmare came in as they showed me the bathroom which was a warren of modern white toilets and showers (all I could say was no tub? how disappointing) and it was all communal and other neighbors kept wandering in and I'm like I can't pee like this.


So I did escape. I got to go to TJ Maxx, Big Lots and JoAnn's Fabrics. I got everything I was after, a few things for a friend, a storage container for mom, a cheap wreath that will work outside and heart patches for my purse. I have this Lucky brand red courdaroy purse covered in fabric hearts that strangers stop to tell me how pretty it is (including men) but the back fabric the ribs of the courdoroy has worn off so I wanted to get hearts to cover it.

What I Just Finished Reading:


The last book of the year is Six Cats a Slayin' by Miranda James. This series is readable but Charlie is sort of a judgemental dude but there aren't many mississippi setting books so...


What I am Currently Reading:

A Christmas Carol by Dickens (and OMG the movies of this are the best adaptations I've ever seen of a book) and A Trace of Poison

What I Plan to Read Next: I'll be starting the Popsugar challenge. click the link to see what it's about and if you want to join, let me know and I'll link up a GR group for it.

Also if you want to see a map of every state and country I read a book in here it is here.


Speaking of reading challenges my friend evil_little_dog made one. Check it out here. Read along with us if you'd like. (If you're on LJ and are her friend there you can see it. That one's locked which is why I linked directly here to the DW version)

After a morning of nightmares and waking up late, I get to the orthopedic surgeon for the renewal of the handicapped tags. He sits down and says why are you hear for this? Um because your predecessor gave it to me originally. 'Well, now they want general practitioners to do this.' Leaving aside that makes NO sense since this is often an orthopedic issue (I mean WHY does the doctor type matter to the state of Ohio), I said WHY did you NOT tell me this last week. You knew why I made this appointment. All you had to do was send the girl back out when I was here last week and say we don't do that, call your GP. You could have told me this two weeks ago when I was here about my knee and my fall and you never even looked at my ankle post fall.

He doesn't answer and wants to see my ankle. First he's like we'll inject this for the pain. He did get more x-rays because like me he thinks non-weight bearing foot/ankle x-rays are useless and they pretty much are unless there's severe damage to the foot, you should get it weight bearing. The ankle isn't broken but the ligament is torn. Like I said. I told him I'm already doing the ABC and spiral therapies and using the TENS because this is my wheelhouse. Oh okay get a balance board off Amazon (No I won't thank you). So I said give me ALL my x-rays. He did and scooted out of there like he expected me to kill him. He wasn't wrong.



So I look, it's ten to one already. I grab a Sonic's dog and go down the street to my GP because I have no idea WHERE the phone is but it's not in my purse so I can't call. Guess what, my GP is out til monday. More internal screaming. While they're writing the doc a note for me, I realize hey you know what I was here a month ago and there was supposed to be a referral to a spine doc. What happened to that? No clue, no notes. OMG I'll call on monday to follow up.

I truck to the eye doctor to get my contacts. You STILL can't park (but it's mostly paved now on main street). I squeeze into the back lot where some asshole parked their mini cooper in two places during a time when parking is a rare find. I get to the back door which is the handicapped entrance...and it's locked. I had to hobble over the gravel lot and around the block into the front. So I try to make an eye appointment because I got a card on monday saying I'm due for my yearly...and he's so slammed it's now at the end of January. Bangs head on wall.

By now it's way too late to get to the gym not if I want to come home and do laundry. I do go to the library, get some books and find out there is a reading challenge where you get out three books at a time and you fill up a card to win prizes.

I roll up home and start grabbing plants in between using the laundromat. It's supposed to freeze tomorrow night (tonight is only going to be 50) so the plants are going to the greenhouse. AND my clothes didn't dry in the dryer but now it's nearly 6pm and I'm like fuck it. I'll hang them in the house. I'm done with this day 100%

Speaking of my dreams, I can't remember them all but I know that part of it was me, Mom and my BFF from college SA in a city. We were in a car, maybe parallel parked because we were parked. SA and I were both looking up at this corner building some Victorian apartment with this amazing spiraling wrought iron fire escape decorated with gargoyles and large peonies.

SA wanted a closer look so she got out of the car and crossed the street. Suddenly the street was packed with your stereotypical 70s biker gang types some with red bandanas and the others with blue. We knew there was going to be a violent crash. The cops are there forcing everyone out. They wouldn't let us wait for SA to come back. We had to drive off.

We ended up at a bar that had dancers, not strippers, maybe drag queens. I'm not entirely sure. I can't leave here. I need to get back to SA. No one can find their phones. When we finally escape the bar, SA is no longer where we left her. I woke up here.

The second dream was back in my Grandmother's house, larger than it was. Somehow I had stolen these adorable rodents from somewhere. At first they were particolored and pretty. I put them in this tupperware like thing with holes so they could breathe but I filled the bottoms with water. I'm looking at it going, how are they couldn't sleep? They'll drown. So now I have to find new plastic containers. At this point these mice/hamsters/whatever they were, were brilliantly red and blue and solid colored. Also I had apparently also stolen two kittens one black, one black and white and naturally they ate my mice. In fact they opened the tupperware to get them. I had no idea how the black and white one managed it so I ran to save my red mouse but the black kitten was eating it. I tried to get it back but I couldn't. My brain is breaking