The night before last it was torture porn and last night it was an angry ghost. I thought maybe I'd had a stroke because in the dream I was sort of lisping out of the side of my mouth, but I woke up and I hadn't. Phew!
I was sorting through my Scrapbook yesterday afternoon- dropping some images, uploading others, shuffling the pack. Here, apropos of nothing in particular, is a "rescued" image of Tossa de Mar from 2005