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Blackish Dreams From A White-ish Girl (Featuring Laurence Fishburne!)
Posted on March 25, 2015 Leave a Comment
I shall elaborate later, but below is a different shot of the same drawing so you can read some details about the dream, the gist of which seemed to be: Laurence Fishburne is seated on a bus, across the aisle from the bus driver. I am seated further back. In order to get OFF […]
Cinemax’s “The Knick” In SubConscious Syndication: (& Clive Owen Is Always Welcome In My Bed-R.E.M.)
Posted on August 26, 2014 Leave a Comment
Holy instant syndication! I’d just watched this scene from The Knick on Cinemax right before bed. And here it was again! In my dream! (Luckily, it’s an amazing show).
And Clive Owen is always welcome in my bed-REM.
Daily Dream Drawing (5 in One Night)!
Posted on August 9, 2014 Leave a Comment
But here are three I remember…
The Point. She’s Doing “The Point”
Posted on August 4, 2014 Leave a Comment
The Point. She’s Doing “The Point”
Big Mama, Big Daddy and BB
Posted on June 7, 2014 Leave a Comment
Big Mama, Big Daddy & BB [My maternal grandparents- Mary Eleanor Tornwall and James Levert Kimball, aka “Big Mama & Big Daddy,” (we really did call them that) and their awesome maid- Elizabeth “BB” Harris. They all lived in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Elizabeth & my grandmother Big Mama were together longer than my grandparents were […]
Sparkly Belts and Cobalt Blue (dream drawing 06.07.14)
Posted on June 6, 2014 Leave a Comment
marybirdsong on Instagram. Continuation of this dream’s imagery/storyline, with special guest star by TV’s Eric Gilliland!
Safe. Not Safe.
Posted on June 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
Speech Bubbles: Unseen guy: “OK, dude, you got this. Easy does it… Yup. THERE ya go. 21… 22… Now left. You got it, Mike!” Me: “I probably shouldn’t be hearing this. Oh well. Too late now. Not my bad.” Russian lady on left: “Comrade… I should warn you… As woman: It so cold in facility, […]
Mama’s 3pm Breakfast Tray
Posted on June 4, 2014 Leave a Comment
A dream from Tuesday night, May 3rd. This was not an uncommon reality when I was young. If it’s hard to read them, the speech bubbles say: Mary (standing): Mommy? It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Mama (in bed): Thank ya, Angel. Just set it on the bed ‘n’ Mama’ll eat somethin in a minute.
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