Trying a new way.

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Well, there is the phone.  I wasn't sure if a) it would work or b) it was doable, tolerable.  I finally recovered enough from the battering from the fight dreams to check.  The jury is still out.  First time doing this.  As well, figuring how to add youtube vids... no reason to blog without that.


A terrible dream.  A house, several stories, a woman who kept the place as a sort of inn.  During the Revolutionary War.  She opened it up to war wounded, from our side.  Brits took position outside, as guards to a degree.

For some strange reason, the Brits didn't interfere.  They just kept watch.  Then the troops reported that she began murdering, and it was thought eating the men under her care.

She kept them in the upper floors, but would bring one at a time down to the first floor.  With curtains open, she would butcher the man while alive.

Perhaps she told the other men she was doing surgery?  They never questioned her.  Just as the Brits never interfered.  She must have murdered nearly a dozen men, all under her care.

The story did get out, and was proven, but she was never punished.  In my dream, the house still stood.  A woman and I visited it.  -  Such a strange, horrible, dream.