I just love that phrase, but have never seen the movie. I have a feeling it's very sad.
Anyway, I don't know what's going on in my brain these last few days, but I've been having some very unusual dreams.
Traveling to England and going to a wedding for a cousin I don't have. (I have no idea where that came from. Perhaps Downton Abbey?)
Being married to Chris Matthews (from MSNBC) and getting ready for a cocktail party at a tiki bar. (This kind of blew my mind. I've never been to a tiki bar.)
Reliving the rivalry between me and my friend Kate over this guy Jim whom we both dated back in 1997. (I haven't seen or heard from Kate in YEARS but I guess I must have been thinking of her at some point.)
Working at my old job as a chef but not being able to get the food out to the customers. (That's just from the revisions I've been doing. Can't seem to get them done.)
Weird weird stuff. But put in perspective it kind of makes sense. (Except for Chris Matthews, although I do like him very much. Maybe he's my new muse?)
And I know dreams are supposed to be about our brains filtering through odd bits of flotsam and jetsam that go on during the day -- stuff we think about subconsciously but aren't really aware of. Which I guess explains my pizza dream the other night. I haven't been able to eat it because of the accident to my front teeth I sustained right after Christmas. And I miss it so bad.
Years ago, I used to keep a dream journal so I could analyze them to help me figure out what's been bothering me. I wish I had one this morning. The dream was so good, when I woke up I said, "Hey, that would be a great plot for a novel." Unfortunately, in between letting the dog out, the cat in, and the tea pot boiling, I never got the chance to write it down and now it's gone.
It had something to do with Cinderella and the stepsisters, with shades of English countryside thrown in for good measure. (Probably because I watched a documentary on Chatsworth -- The Duke of Devonshire's home in England.)
And yes, I did write down the notes from last weeks post so that story is secure in my files box. Now if I could only remember if I was an evil stepsister or not...