I watch TV to fall asleep and I can't fly in my dreams

I slept badly last night. The sun came up. There was construction at an unreasonable hour of the morning. I have been having unpleasantly vivid nightmares with plots like horror movies I don't actually watch: a box full of ashes clicking like a Geiger counter in the presence of a newborn child, fighting my way down the stairs of a hotel filled with the snapping-mouthed dead (in company of the writer of a nonexistent off-Broadway musical, which is the part that feels like my usual dreams). The noirish line "A loser is interesting. A loser who loses altogether is an awful thing." Various scenes of abjection.

On the other hand, selkie just notified me that one of the actor-producers of The Rusalka (2018) discovered my review and liked it. I'm delighted. It means I saw what was there to be seen. I'm still not used to this whole feedback-from-living-filmmakers thing.