Dreaming of yarn and ... Lyndon Johnson?

I have dreams, like everyone else and remember my dreams, which seems less like everyone else. Lots of people I talk to about dreams tell me that they don't remember their dreams. It's possible that I remember my dreams because they tend to be on the strange side, very detailed and a little strange. I also have lucid dreams, but that's another story.

Sometimes I drift in and out of sleep in the morning and also in and out of a dream. Those tend to be the times when my dreams get a little unusual. I wonder at the strange things my brain comes up with when left unattended. This morning was one of those mornings.

That this mornings dream started with yarn isn't very surprising or strange. I'd been looking at all of the Kauni cardigans online last night. That I decided, in my dream, that this yarn was the perfect thing to use to knit myself the song, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, was a little odd, although I've seen alot of art based on sound and music, so odd but interesting.

It was when I couldn't recall how the song went and Lyndon Johnson and I were suddenly standing in a practice room with a piano, that things got a little wonky. He was going to play the song for me, and when he put his foot on the piano footpedal he realised that the front panel of the piano was gone. He asked me to look around for it. I looked everywhere but I couldn't find it in the small practice room. After a minute he guessed what might have happened to it.

He and his wife had a large party in that same facility recently and she brought ice cream into that same practice room. She was planning on serving ice cream to all of the children. Along with the ice cream, she had boxes of spoons, bowls and napkins... everything you'd need to serve ice cream. When President Johnson saw her setting everything up, he pointed out that the practice room wasn't the best option because of it's size and because of the piano. He thought kids would get the piano sticky with the ice cream. So Mrs. Johnson gathered up all of her boxes of utensils and ice cream and she probably just took the front panel off the piano with her by mistake.

At this point I woke up, and my first thought was...makes perfect sense to me, she must have taken it accidentally.

Even though Lyndon Johnson never did play it for me, I've had that song in my head all day long...