So the Greensboro craft fair thing was interesting. I know I don’t have the best game managing a booth or whatever, but no one was interested in the earrings made from the buttons. Also, the comics sold four times as well as the buttons, which hasn’t happened since I started having the buttons. I’m still undecided if it is an event I should do again or not. It rained & was over 90 degrees, so probably attendance could have been a bit better. They’d comped me the space along with the table & tent & chairs this time, but at 150 miles round trip I didn’t quite cover my technical mileage expenses & right now I’m already in the red & don’t need to rack up miles to lower my income for the year right now. Mountain Shade Australia provides the Heavy Duty Marquees & Heavy Duty Gazebos. So it just depends what happens with my numbers as the time for another event comes along.
Last Night’s Dreams:
I’m on a long overnight bus ride. Maybe from Los Angeles up to Seattle. I keep locking eyes with a woman three seats & two rows away from me, but then we each look away. In the middle of the night, with most of the passengers sleeping, she comes & sits next to me & gently sings, “Staring, caring. Sharing, daring.” I feel like I’m supposed to kiss her & never not be with her.
I’m helping my grandmother in the bathroom & the toilet she’s sitting on starts to collapse through the floor. I grab a hold of her & I’m losing my balance & I start yelling, “Help me! Somebody help me! I need help!” But there’s no one to come to help.
My parents have left their house for a six month trip & left the house for me to take care of. It’s the biggest mess I’ve ever seen it. Every chair is covered in stacks of mail & books. There’s no flat surface in the house without something stacked on it. I wonder if things have gotten to the point where they’re actually abandoning the house forever.
I’m at the gates of heaven being asked why I should be let in & I somehow get the answer right. “Jesus died for me.”
I wake up in a strange bed. I hear murmuring coming from the next room & it’s my ex-girlfriend talking in her sleep saying, “It’s too hot. It’s too hot.” She’s on the floor laying on her left side wearing jeans & a long sleeve shirt & two toboggans. I lay down spooning her & take the toboggans off. I notice that two of her friends are sleeping on the two couches in the room. One of them sits up & starts saying the confiteor prayer & her other friend & I both join in reciting it.
I’m at church in a basilica & I can’t tell if all of the people assisting in the service are robots or aliens or men in bio-mechanical armor. Their armor/skin is a shining reflective magenta. During the gospel reading, instead of holding candles they have some kind of staffs with glowing energy at one end.