Very weird dream last night, about a Polish bakery in a deconsecrated church. Every morning this girl who had to work there would come out on her break and stand under the tower crying. In a nearby chapel, there was the corpse of some nun, that was venerated, and a bunch of other putrid skeletons. I was in there with my ex, looking for psychic phenomena and stuff. A lot of bones started moving, which terrified me, but the ex was just grumpy. Then I read an inscription that said if you went too near the holy nun skeleton, you'd immediately get lice. I saw them crawling and hopping all over the sarcophagus, and the nun was up and walking around...Wah! I legged it. (Fortunately I could still move pretty sharpish in the dream.)
Saw a rather sweet film, SNOW CAKE, with Alan Rickman and Sigourney Weaver; all a bit far-fetched, maybe, but wistfully nice.