The late Marion Morrison appeared to me in a dream…
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
No I didn’t.
That was someone else.
I have never been to Manderley and never dreamt I went there.
But, last night, I dreamt I was at school with John Wayne.
Both of us were adults, not children.
We were sitting at the back of the class, in different rows, on small wooden chairs. He was dressed as a cowboy.
Well, he would be, wouldn’t he?
He was John Wayne.
What was that all about?
Dreams are full of surprises.
Much like Life in that respect.
And equally unfathomable.
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