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. 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.