Dear Readers! I woke up this morning from a horrible nightmare in which I found a puppy the size of a humming-bird clinging to a branch at the bottom of a swimming pool.
I managed to pry the puppy off the branch and attempted to get help for it by running with it in my arms over the Golden Gate bridge — which had washed out during the night and had to be replaced by a wobbly wooden bridge that didn’t quite meet the other side– even though they had gone to the trouble of painting it the actual color of the golden gate bridge. (There was also a flood where people wearing soccer uniforms were rushing by.) I woke up terrified! I know it doesn’t sound all that scary — but it really was a terrifying nightmare!
You see, Dear Readers, I’ve started having nightmares lately, and I’ve never been much of a nightmare person. And so this morning, I was earnestly trying to figure out the cause of these nightmares when it hit me what the culprit was:
Amazon Prime and the BBC
I signed up for Amazon Prime awhile back. I don’t remember why, I really think it might have been by accident. Anyway, they have 40,000 movies and TV episodes to choose from. So I started binge watching British detective TV shows in the evenings.
While my husband, 37, was happily watching the science channel, I would only be pretending to be awed about what will happen when the sun becomes a red dwarf — because all the while I was watching –with one eye and one earphone — murders galore!
Murders that were dark and bloody and creepy and murdery as all get out.
And I just realized this morning (about ten minutes ago) that watching all these murders night after night are giving me nightmares!
Oh sure, I know a nightmare about having to carry a puppy over the golden gate bridge doesn’t sound like much of a nightmare, but you’ll have to take my word for it that it was not only a nightmare, it was my nightmare wake-up call!
So Dear Readers, as of today, I’m swearing off my British murder addiction.
No more Amazon Prime for me. I’ll go back to watching the science channel with 37. I won’t even mind watching that girl scientist they have on sometimes with the weird bangs, because no matter how horrible her bangs are, they won’t be murdering anybody now, will they?
Honestly, I don’t know why it took me so long to put 2 and 2 together about my nightmares.
I guess as much as I love British TV detectives, I’d make a lousy one. First of all, I have trouble following plots, so I’d have to have a sidekick explaining things to me everywhere I went, and, of course, I’d only be able to solve murders that didn’t involve any freeway driving to get to the crime scene (especially on that wrong side of the road the British are so fond of ).
And as much as I like faking an English accent, I’m horrible at it — so I guess it’s best for all involved I’m not a British TV detective.
I’ll keep you posted on how it’s going with swearing off my British murdering, Dear Readers. I only hope I can do it on my own and won’t have to join a murderer’s anonymous support group.
Wish me luck!
Until next time . . . I love you