It’s been years since I remembered my dreams. Years. And now I am back to waking with vague awareness of the strange, disjointed, nightmares that I fumbled through to make it to the light.
Something is brewing my witchy, empathic, sensitive friends…..there’s a shift coming. Who else is feeling it?

I keep waiting for them to show up in Lansing. And I am thoroughly disgusted that our governor has said nothing.

You made through, and they loved you ♥️

I hope it goes well tonight. You got this!
Maybe I’ll manage to see you when you come to Michigan ♥️

It’s happening to a lot of us, Kathy. And those of us alone, and those of us with PTSD, and those of us who have given up before, we just need a little more help. I’m right there with you. You’re not alone.

I didn’t lose you in threads, but following here, too. Thanks for be so loud ♥️

I joined twitter only to follow @stephenking.bsky.social years ago, one of those gen x’ers that read The Shining and Pet Semetary at 14 (and was never the same) and I am so happy he is here!