Tag Archives: dreams

blue sky questions.

Posted on 9 April 2017 by what sandra thinks

My amazing friend Lennon has Blue-Sky tagged me. She is the best ever… kind and happy and funny as hell. ♥ Go visit… you’ll see! The rules: I’m not going to follow any rules. Except answering the questions. I’m sure the … Continue reading →

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how I met their father. part 4.

Posted on 1 January 2016 by what sandra thinks

Previous installments:  Part 1 – Fame Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down Part 4 – Uncomfortably Numb By the time John contacted me, I was a cynical, bitter, hopeless twenty-something. I had given … Continue reading →

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how I met their father. part 3.

Posted on 15 December 2015 by what sandra thinks

Previous installments:  Part 1 – Fame Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild   Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down. [or Sandra Consumes the Whole Internet.] What better place for a bitter, cynical twenty-something than the Internet? After a successful, or … Continue reading →

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a most important letter.

Posted on 12 November 2015 by what sandra thinks

Dear Santa, I have a short list this year — just four requests. I know you’re a busy man and even just my small list is asking for too much. But I haven’t asked for anything for years… and I … Continue reading →

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dream sequence [part two].

Posted on 19 October 2015 by what sandra thinks

The second of my two recurring dreams began when I was older. In my late 20s, I think. It has never left me. Sometimes it starts in the halls of my high school. Sometimes it’s in my college dorm. Location … Continue reading →

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dream sequence [part one].

Posted on 18 October 2015 by what sandra thinks

I have two recurring dreams. The first started when I was quite young, maybe 5 years old. I dreamt it often for many years. It’s infrequent now, but it’s not gone. I’m a kid in the back of Mom’s station … Continue reading →

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