another dream

A female figure appeared directly in front of me. Very brightly colored almost a white light type figure. She said, “Your dad use to call me Sally the sandwich maker”…





camera find

I can’t even begin to imagine where this came from. I was looking through my phone photos for all of the pocket pictures to save in a folder to upload. This one shows up on my Google photos account dated Wednesday May 10th, 2017. Nothing eventful happened that day according to my Google or work calendar. Geo-Location isn’t turned on so I can’t trace that back. I’ve turned it in all different angles and direction, something looks like either a hinge or a book. But it’s the dark figures in a location I can’t determine that have me wondering what this is.





dream meetings

This happens a lot. Not a lot but more than I can remember. I’ll think of someone out of nowhere and we cross paths soon after. Last night in my dream I saw Daisy. She was a Healthcare Aide where I work when I was first hired. The lady she cared for passed away and that was the last time we ever talked. It’s been several years, at least three, I think. We had a strange friendship and we both enjoyed it. At our first meeting we both thought we had met before. We would laugh at the same things, we liked to be smart asses in a joking kind of way toward others and each other. One morning she was walking towards the front doors. I walked ahead of her and said, “let me get the door for you so you don’t break a nail”. She replied, “thank you white bread”. Without missing a beat I responded with, “you’re welcome Ms. Red Bone who’s skin I’d like to lick to see what flavor you are”. She turned around laughing and stuck her arm out, and I licked it. I never heard her laugh so loud. She didn’t expect me to do it and normally I wouldn’t have but it was Daisy. After that we were White Bread and Red Bone to each other. I missed her after she left and always wondered how she was. In my dream last night, it wasn’t about her. It was just something random I probably would have forgotten except I saw her face in the crowd.

My alarm goes off this morning and I remembered the dream until I got buzzed on coffee and had to get ready for work. The morning was uneventful, no one was up and I was bored by 9:00 am. Having nothing to do I put my coat on and started walking around outside. When I came around the front of the building I saw two ladies walking out and start across the parking lot. I didn’t pay any attention until I heard “Hey White Bread!” It really was Daisy and my heart started pounding. The lady with her got into the car but Daisy came walking to me. I couldn’t get the smile off my face and as we got closer I said “The Beautiful Ms. Red Bone”. Jokingly she stuck her arm out again but this time I held her hand and kissed the back of it. She hugged me and said I got her all “mooshy” inside. As we talked for a few moments all I can remember is holding each others hand and staring in her eyes. Then she said, “I miss us”. Daisy turned towards the car where her friend was waiting. I said “Goodbye Beautiful Ms Daisy”, she turned and raised her arm. I asked, “I’ll see you again?”  Her green eyes looking back over at me, “you will”…




boxed queen

I just posted a drawing on my other blog, sketchbook #8. Today at work I thought I would  grab a door lock for my computer/ drawing room. When I opened the box, lying face down was a card under the knob. I flipped it over and…




The card is pretty roughed up, it’s been in there a while. I took a screen capture from the video to show it’s a completely different card. Wonder what doors I’ve opened now.





what happened last night

While I watched a movie last night the sound of children yelling outside had me annoyed. Looking out the windows I saw nothing. There wasn’t anyone around as far as I could see. Getting back to my movie the feeling I was being watched was unbearable, once again I look outside and see nothing. Towards the end of the movie my stairs popped. It was the same popping sound it makes when I go up them. Thinking it was settling from having the heat on I didn’t give it a second thought other than looking up at them.

Later in the evening while I’m sitting at my drawing table I hear the stair creak again and out of the side of my eyes I see what I thought was a round black shadow move across the hall towards my bedroom. The desk light was too bright, plus I had on glasses and what I thought I saw was just my eyes not focused from looking away from the brightly lit area. I went to the bedroom to turn up the heat so the room was warm when I go to bed.

At 2:00 am exactly I wake up shivering. I’m freezing and my teeth are chattering it was so cold. I knew I turned up the heat so I just pulled the blankets over my head to keep warm until the heat came back on. It didn’t! I’m still freezing under the blankets and I was too cold to get out of bed. Finally I reached over and turned the light on. My bedroom appeared to be frosty white. Once again I think it’s my eyes not focused from just waking up. I put the blankets over me and walk over to the thermostat. It’s set to 75 degrees. The room felt like a freezer so I turned it up to 80 and went into the bathroom. There’s an electric wall heater I sat in front of  until I warmed up. It’s 2:30 when I finally come out of the bathroom, everything looks like it always has. The bedroom is warm, the colors are right. Maybe it was just me. Finally I fell back to sleep only to be woke up an hour later by what felt and sounded like a low pitched rumbling hum. It was under me and I could feel it as much as I could hear it. I rolled off the bed onto the floor. At first I thought it was my Bluetooth speaker connected to the phone. The clock isn’t set to go off on Thursdays, it’s my day off.

At 5:30 am I wake up down stairs in my recliner. I don’t remember coming down here. It feels like I’ve been beat up, my body hurts. Walking through the house there’s nothing out of order. I turned the thermostat down in the bedroom, it was burning up in there. While drinking my coffee, twice I heard short low hums coming from the ceiling near the front door which is in line with my bedroom. I haven’t paid attention to my visitors from the other side in a while, I might have to now.

where do they go

A few weeks ago I started a draft. I was wondering where all the animals go that I’ve met living here. The ones I’ve fed, scratched and gave attention to. The deer is gone, the raccoon is gone, the fox, the blue jay but mostly the little cat that adopted me. One of my very first posts on this blog, A Cat Will Find Me, had me thinking. Where do they go? Did they die? Move with their family? They disappear as fast as they appear. The little dirty orange cat first met me on my back porch. I opened the window and she jumped. We startled each other. She was hesitant to let me pet her at first. She walked close and let her tail run through my hand. She turned and head butted my leg, then we were buddies for life. She greeted me before and after work. She knew the sound of my car and would come out of nowhere when I came home. She was such a buddy I had cat treats ready for her. I didn’t want her in my house so I pitched them on the porch away from the door. After a while the greetings grew farther apart. I thought maybe because it was getting cooler. Then I realized it’s been almost a year since I seen her. It’s been almost a year that I’ve seen any of the animals, really. But, this morning I get up early, like 4:00 am. I open the windows to let in the cool air then do my morning routine. The kitchen exhaust fan was on and I had the water running to make coffee. I thought I heard a cat’s meow but didn’t really pay attention. As the early morning went on I couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep in my chair. Once again I heard a cat clear enough it woke me up. The sun was just coming up so I opened the curtains and hear the loudest cat yell I think I’ve ever heard. I don’t see anything so I went outside. Who do I find?



I wasn’t sure it’s her, I’m still not sure. She’s really clean and a lighter color. She was reluctance to let me pet her but when I did she felt delicate. The scar on her nose isn’t there. It’s kind of a coincidence another cat almost identical would have been on my back porch waiting to meet me. Through out the day I heard her yelling out back, I would answer with my cat sound I make. We would go back and forth a few times until she stopped answering.