Song mood: Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.
This morning I had a dream where I attended a Catholic mass. I was so happy to remember a dream. A few months ago, I had a disturbing dream and couldn’t remember my dreams since. I wrote this dream down, right away. Since it took place at a Catholic mass, I found that to be a good sign.
I did a roadtrip to Sioux City today to get more stamps on my Nebraska Passport. I drove through the Winnebago reservation and found out that they were having their Pow Wow this weekend. I didn’t go to it, but should have since I was in the area.
I’m nearly finished with Ruth Ware’s One by One. I really enjoy her writing. The book starts out as an Agatha Christie style murder mystery and moves on to become a thriller. So it didn’t follow And Then There Were None that closely. Or it started out that way and morphed into something else. Anyway, I’m enjoying it.
As I was listening to it, and thinking how it is different to the Agatha Christie murder mysteries, I figured out who the killer is for the Inspector Trevor novel(la) I’m working on.
Currently, like right now, I’m watching The Black Cat (1934) with Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff. The producers of the film marketed it as a loose adaptation of the Edgar Allan Poe short story by the same name. But it has nothing to do with the short story. They put Poe’s name onto the film in order to generate ticket sales. Even though the movie is filled with movie monster actors, there aren’t any monsters in it. It’s more of a psychological horror movie.
So this is me on a Saturday night. Black and white movies. Next up will most likely be a Murdock Mystery. And I will make fun of it while I’m watching it.