Lights Out!

My Doll Room

Breakfast with Frankie

   We watched a wonderful rendition of Wuthering Heights last night that rivals my favorite A&E's from the nineties. It's only a couple of years old. That's a favorite book, I love the Brontes. We have free FlixFling (or something) this week. We watched Carved on hulu the other night too. That was not the worst horror flick, but it's no competition for Pumpkinhead. Know I dreamed of Theresa, but can't remember, although Frankie was trying to get me up for breakfast. When I would not get up he decided to go down and make breakfast himself. Shiner always supervised his meals, but Frankie jumps up on the counter. It was Lysoled about a hundred times last night, only twice so far this morning. 

Frankie is a Real Wild Child

In Search Of The Brontës (2003) Part 2/2

Marquee TV: The Beatrix Potter Ballet remake is eighteen years old. How did I miss that? Most of all how did I miss that Mrs. Robinson was Branwell's lover? 

Les soeurs Brontë (1979)

The Brontë Sisters

Dreams 9/9

 Dreamt that I worked with two women, one, older with a gray bobbed hair-cut and the other a pretty young blonde. Not sure what kind of employment it was as I can only describe the place as a very dirty unkempt art classroom. Anyways, I got on with both women quite well. One night somehow I'd gotten locked in the room. Not sure even how this worked out as I called Mummy and had to take the bus home; but, the following morning I was back in the "art room" telling them how I'd gotten locked in. I had a shallow rectangular gift wrapped box full of some jewelry I had made, from my supposed "lock down". The older woman was saying how it was her birthday. She was a Scorpio, so it might've been November. I hadn't known it was her birthday, so I was taking brown and purple silk daisies from my purse and piling them on the long wooden table for her as a sort of little gift, there might've been seven flowers. Next thing I knew we're outside, and the older woman was sitting up on a little red brick enclosure, beneath a tree. She had unwrapped the jewelry box, presuming they were a birthday gift. She was already wearing the earrings, pale blue star bursts. She was commenting how her musical friends would like them. 

Dreams 6/12

 Dreamt I was in high school and was cast a part in a play about the Brontes. Funny that it was not my high school, rather a tall cluttered Victorian style house with many floors. There was a lot of hub-bub as I did not even know what part I was playing since I hadn't even tried out. The only other person I recognized was Amber, our homecoming queen. There was a girl with dark hair who I did not know in real life. I was dressing in costume and had no blouse. I discovered that Amber was to play Anne. I told her I was reading The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and that it was about an alcoholic. She said she hadn't read it. When it came time to go home I could not find my black boots and was running barefoot up and down narrow staircases looking for them. 

The next dream was very much the same only I was in college. How I was in high school and college at the same time I don't know, but it seemed to take place in the same house. It was dimly lit as by lamplight. I was so delighted to discover that I was cast as Emily in yet another, different play about the Brontes. The fact that I was in two plays at the same time did not seem to phase me too much, I thought I could pull-it-off. My high school teacher was in this one, and I told her how excited I was as Emily was my favorite. She said she was her favorite as well: Wuthering Heights. This time we were rehearsing. I was standing at an antique dresser and had a beaded change purse. One of the two girls with me handed me something for my purse. This girl was dark haired, and there was also a blonde. These two seemed to know their lines already, but I had to open my big blue omnibus, as I was lost. Then, Ron came. I told him I died in an elevator in this play. The elevator had a pink ceramic facade. I was thinking I would probably want a wig for these parts. I could not wait to go home and tell Mummy about the plays.