The Adams Family

The other night I dreamt I had bought a big old beautiful obviously haunted mansion in a swamp land filled with hump back whales. The place had been sold to me for a dime because of ghostly intervention, the former owners, now deceased, wanted me to own it so they could convene with me from the dead. And before you know I was chatting to Morticia from the Adams family beyond the grave, through a mirror. And then, in that gel-like quality where your dreams start to run rampant on you, suddenly i was Morticia (quite unusual seeing as i'm usually blonde). It started to get a bit spooky after a while and i woke up. But not before i had thrown a damn good haunted party in that big old house.

I've decided my life has been a bit dull lately and my subconcious is trying to ham it up.