I dreamed dreams last night as if they were movies. I was not in either dream. I was just watching them. The first was about my good friend from high school and college, Keri Stocktman. She had committed suicide because of her "complete dissatisfaction and dissolution in the Methodist denomination" Needless to say it was weird and trippy, and left even my dream self going "huh?"

The second dream was a grand super natural thriller of Riceian proportions with British nobleman, set in BFE france somewhere, we're talking idyllic carts of hay being pulled by donkeys and thatched roof village. There was a spirit, and dynastic family connected to the spirit, and the british nobleman was really a mole, and was planning subterfuge on the side of the spirit, who at one time was benevolent for the family and had now become dangerous and controlling. There was even a village wise woman, sagely in the way of herbs and spirits, and maybe the only one to see the noble mans scheming ways for what they are.