Attitude, Gratitude and Crazy, Crazy Dreams

I think I have to stop drinking coffee in the afternoon.  I used to think that caffeine didn't bother me.  I would blithely drink a cup for a treat instead of dessert, and then go off to bed and fall asleep quickly.  Caffeine never kept me from falling asleep.  But staying asleep was a different story.  I would have crazy anxiety dreams where I would obsess over things like the house developing dry rot or about how I was going to pay for my daughter's university tuition or what exactly was that mole on my neck.  I would wake up many times during the night, worn out, and say to myself, enough is enough!  Go to sleep already!  Finally I realized that I was being affected by the caffeine, and I stopped drinking coffee after 6pm.  But a late afternoon cup of java is a real necessity for me, so I always have one around 3pm.

Recently, though, I've been having those same obsessive, crazy dreams that just won't quit.  Only this time they're craft related.  For example, two nights ago, I dreamed I had received the shipment of Anna Maria Horner voile that I had ordered (see the image above, that I snagged from Sew Mama Sew).  And for some reason, with great urgency, I had to cut it all into 2 1/2" squares and send it to Haiti.  I was coordinating with the Red Cross on this, and the plane was waiting on the runway to take my voile packages to Port au Prince.  All night long I was cutting voile, and every time I would be almost finished, a new stack would be uncovered and require cutting.  It was all go, rush, rush, to save lives - because in dreams it makes sense that a shattered populace would need designer fabric, right?  And a blistered thumb from the rotary cutter is a small sacrifice to make.  Sheesh!

And last night, I was dreaming about applique, which is on my list of New Year's Quilting Resolutions.  In reality, I haven't yet set on my first applique project, but in the midnight hour of last night, I was determined to applique the iconic image from Woodstock.  You know, a guitar neck with a bird on it.  Or was it an entire guitar with a bird on it?  This became a consuming question - I wonder how many calories I burned up, tossing and turning, fretting over whether it was neck-only (applique-able) or whole-guitar (not applique-able, due to skill level).  Of course, I was not at Woodstock, being only nine at the time, and I'm not remotely interested in Woodstock, but the answer to this dilemma can be solved by a simple keystroke chez Google, which is what I did to find the image posted above.  Why on earth I couldn't say calmly to myself "I'll have to Google that in the morning" is beyond me.  P.S.  As you can see, it's neck-only.  I'll get right on that applique.  NOT!
And these are only the two latest stories - can you imagine the dark night of the soul and self-torture that went on over that foundation piecing?  It was brutal!  So, yes, with the deepest regret, I think the afternoon cup of joe has got to go.  What about you?  Can you drink coffee in the afternoon?  Do you have dreams that involve quilting?