Calling Dr Freud...

Last night I absolutely didn't dream of Manderley... but what I did dream was rather disconcerting.

I was stuck on a little sailing boat (which was red). I was about 10 feet away from safe water in the harbour but I was stuck in an eddy and I was going down with no way of getting out. I wasn't going to make it to safe harbour. And on that harbour wall, beckoning to me was my dead sister Julie.

So that was lovely.