This evocative dream took place in a posh English manor. I felt like Mary from Downton Abbey, all dripping in a gold costume for a party. The place was candlelit and crammed with antiques. Daddy was there as well as two recognizable players: Sargent Troy from Midsomer Murders, Barnaby's first side kick, and Jude Law. I liked Troy. They both wore fabulous costumes reminiscent of psychedelia. Troy was The Green Man, and his branches seemed to writhe. Jude was more like the frog in The Abominable Dr. Phibes. Something happened with him as he was sick and squirming on the couch. The morning after the party the small staff was assembled around a spindle table in a breakfast nook. Troy was there, but Jude was gone. Supposedly somebody had been stabbed while in the form of a blackbird. When I thought I had the mystery figured out, Troy corrected me and was about to solve the crime when I woke.
