Last night, for the first time in I don't know HOW long (a year or more?) I had a hazy dream about Brian Epstein.
Unfortunately, he was a landlord and spent his time vacuuming and griping, griping and vacuuming. He even went outside and kept shoving the vacuum down in the house's crawlspace (no basement there, apparently ~ must have been a Southern house).
Stephy was there, but she was a small animé toddler with huge eyes and this perpetual huge grin.
I was seated up in the cheap chandelier-type light fixture in the livingroom, taking pictures of everything.
(All dream interpretations welcome)