christopher lee in a/the lighthouse

From which all boring posts are sourced but: a dream last night (something involving eponymous Christopher Lee, a contract, a well, and a lighthouse vacation, I think) has led to a desire to either a.) cease this endless creative goldilocksing and settle on the thing that I want to settle on, or, b.) accept the creative goldilocksing as the settling itself: fascinating – to me at least – how sometimes dreams that have no clear basis in reality can result in such a clear (for want of a better word) waking decision in something totally removed from the content thereof – though maybe my decades, now, of having Christopher Lee staring at me from the HORROR OF DRACULA poster in The Paintshop has something to do with it. Taxes, check signing, (happy) pill re-upping and more (maybe new toys?): the day awaits.