La Mood!

It can be just about any sort of influence that produces that euphoric feeling. A feeling that all is right in your world.

Last night I had a very long dream that did just that.

Maybe it was the large amount of sharp cheddar cheese I had with my dinner. Sharp cheddar cheese is often said to have an effect on dreams.

Maybe my hour of stitching with all of it turning out perfect had a small amount to do with it. Hardanger embroidery has to be perfect. If there is even a small mistake, it's very obvious. Some stitchers will try to cover the mistake. Those of us who are experts can see it.

Yes, I do believe I'm an expert when it pertains to any sort of sewing or embroidery.

Another aspect may have been that my beloved Doberman had grasped what I had been working on with him, He, now knows to pick up his toys then put them in their box at a certain time right before his bedtime. He's a very smart dog. My 4th Doberman. One at a time. Dobermans are a lot of dog. Very time consuming, so worth it. PJ is so smart, so sweet, so trainable, so loyal, so wonderful. He surprises me all the time with the things he does that he learns on his own.

Last night I played a video that was new to You Tube. It was a 2 hour play list of music from, I think, the 1940s? One song came up that sure did yeet me back in time. When I heard it the first time, I was AD USAF, at work as the gate guard at Kuntz Gate on Hickam AFB. The song was Slow Boat to China by Peggy Lee & Bing Crosby. Way before I was even born.

It was so flirty, sweet, charming. 

Late at night, the air was cool, there was no traffic coming through the gate. My radio would only tune to a station that played older music. The song came on. It gave the night a memorable feeling. One night, in particular, a guy I had a strong burning crush on, had parked his car just outside of the gate, watching me.

Creepy.

I decided to give him a show.

If Joel was going to watch, I'd give him something he might never forget.

I made it look like I was picking my nose. He didn't react.

So, I began making it look like I was picking my boogers & flicking them toward him.

Still, no reaction.

So, then, I made it look like I was picking my nose & eating them.

I heard him chuckle, so, I kept it up!

Then, he lit a cigarette. Smelling the stench & seeing my crush smoking was more disgusting to me than a nose picker.

So, yes, lots of memories connected to the song.

As I drifted off to sleep earlier than usual, 10 pm, the effects of all of the above produced a very vivid dream. I had my 19 years of age body. 

Driving the 1979 red MGB that my roommate let me use. It's funny that in the dream, I was living in the house I currently rent. My Doberman, PJ, was with me. When I arrived at a restaurant to meet my date, he was someone I felt like I knew though he didn't look like anyone I had ever met before.

He was a very captivating guy. PJ liked him from the first sniff.

I lived an entire lifetime in that dream. Building our dream home. Acreage where we had a barn & horses. 

From first meeting, getting married, having 2 children, happily married to a wonderful husband for my entire life. 

None of that happened in my real life.

When I woke at 8 am, I had slept almost 10 hours.

Sleeping that long is a luxury as I work a lot. No time for sleeping more than 5 hours, okay 4.

The tone for today had been set. The happiness & calm has stayed with me all day. I didn't plan it or even try to cause it.

If there's a surge in the sale of extra sharp cheddar cheese, I might ask for commission payments.