mirren in a dream

i had a dream this morning involving dame helen mirren (that's her, of course, there on the right), whom i love. (and i'm still patiently waiting for the cook, the thief, his wife, and her lover to come out on dvd. when will it happen?!) in the dream, she and i were friends and we worked together in some sort of office. when i found out, in the dream, that she was a suicide bomber and had already exploded herself (hurting, i believe, no one else), i was quite broken up as well. it was a scary and disturbing moment in my sleep, a dream element probably brought about not only by current events but also by the scene in clint eastwood's latest dvd release - the japanese side of the story of the battle of iwo jima - which kara and i watched yesterday afternoon, in which several soldiers held live grenades to their chests and blew fatal holes in themselves in rapid succession. that was a scary and disturbing scene in a film that had many scary and disturbing scenes. anyway. there was more to my dream than ms mirren blowing herself up, though the details are fuzzy. please know, however, that i don't want her to blow herself up. that it happened in a dream was terrible enough. i want her to keep acting, to make more films! please!