"Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again…" Naaaah, that's Daphne Du Maurier ~ but I did watch Rebecca and snacked late on leftover cold noodles and sautéed string beans with hot oil. After the Hitchcock film I went to bed and had a strange dream.
I was in the land of my father's paintings and in front of a snowy moon lit scene stood an angel who looked like Elsa Lancaster in the Bride of Frankenstein. Her hands locked in prayer, pleading with Pee Wee Herman with Teridockle wrapped nervously around one of his legs. "Pee Wee fly away with me!" She implored.
He wasn't there, but I could hear Charles Laughton's booming voice barking from afar, "Where the hell's my wife!"
Has someone been stealing the heads off my daughter’s Barbie dolls and putting them on Christmas angels?
Should I stop eating hot oil after 11pm?
Food for thought, but right now I have to go back and finish a good cry, I'm watching Lassie Come Home.