Just worked forty minutes on this entry and then got booted. Spoiled my sense of well being.
Went to bed early, ten p.m., feeling punk. Woke at one a.m. feeling good. Usually don't dream so early in the night, but had a remarkable dream that left me with a sense of well-being.
A group of men and I, seemed to be in eighteenth century England, and were working on getting the exact flavor of vinegar to add to a large pot of soup. Remarkable in the dream was the fact that I could taste the flavors of vinegar.
Children were playing outside, not sitting around watching television.
Now what am I going to do with the rest of this long night. Sometimes when I have interrupted a dream, I have been able to go back to sleep and continue the dream... but in this case, I don't care what flavor that soup eventually takes.
Maybe I'll go outside and play with the children.