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I think I just shot Jack Frost.

Augh, these dreams. No on in the troupe or whatever a bunch of carneys is called wanted to go to Babylon, but Samson insisted we were going to Babylon. We finally got there and the town is half dead. Samson tried to boost spirits by taking everyone to the saloon, but the place was deserted except the barkeep. I left after a couple drinks, because it was just...more of a downer than traveling all day, and I guess I just wanted to be alone. Next thing I know, and I don't even know if it was real or a dream in a dream again cause that happens with me, but I was in a mine.

I was alone, or so I thought. When I finally saw someone else, it was...Scudder. It was super weird. But then I saw a dead body, looked like he'd been killed with a pick axe. I took his head lamp and tried to find a way out. But I saw a word written on the wall in coal, and I wrote it on my arm...

So this morning I woke up with TRAVATA written on my arm, plus the head lamp and pick axe in the bed. I mean, at least the lamp wasn't lit since we're talking 1934, and it was lit by flame not a bulb. But still. What the hell?

It's a little late, but I woke up to the scorpion from the previous dream, and the envelope with payment from the client in it, on the bedside table. I guess I can use that money to buy Maggie an extra Christmas present or two.

I have nothing against the upcoming holiday but it's a week from my dad's annual holiday fundraiser/dinner. This means that my dad is gonna go into super critical mode about catering, decor and everything else that comes with planning the event. In turn, that means that I get to tag along to make sure that he doesn't get overwhelm those who are helping with the set-up. The man's gonna drive me crazy this next week.

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I had you added to the guest list if you want to come, with a plus one. And I'm having an after-party at my place for the "younger" crowd. Music, drinks, swimming...nothing too crazy and I have more than enough space if you need to crash for the night. Brunch in the morning, too.