usually i just dream about comedy capers that end in disaster but last nights dream was on a whole different plane

i was going birdwatching right with peter sellers right but he mustve misunderstood because he got out this great big butterfly net and started trying to catch the birds and i was running around after him and then along came this great big curlew sitting on a hedgerow and it pecked him to death with its distinctive beak and the curlew flew away leaving me as prime suspect for his murderj and then orson wellles came along as a policeman and he let me get off scott free but he gave me an uncle type wink like he knew i murdered him but he deserved to die and I felt unspeakably angry and then i woke up