While I was sick during the weekend, I had one particularly fruitful night of dreams. I was utterly convinced that many of the dreams I had would make excellent break through or defining novels/stories/screenplays for me. Sadly I can only remember two now, but they just hit me again upstairs and I had to swallow a guffaw at my ill fevered brain.
1- "The Passion Of The Priest"- A priest who falls in love with a poet who comes into his confessional.
2- A woman who is so tormented from her lost baby and lost love that she frequently mistakes a loaf of bread for the child.
HMM.
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