Cornflower

Not last night but the night before.
I had a dream which I had forgotten most of it. But the last bit before I woke up was a close-up of me and I smiling evilly. I was backstage at a theatre (and I do mean right backstage

Something to do with putting on a play.. and I can't remember much expect there was a African-Canadian man who was in a wheelchair. For some reason the day before I guess opening day, I moved this body (of a REAL dead person) which was in a sack onto the bottom shelf which was just about the height of my head (5'4 Is what I think I am) in the prop room. For some reason after I left the room I
encourage people including the wheelchair person to go
into the room, and for some reason I closed the door and locked it.