As the summer rainstorm began, I sat back on my comfortable sofa with my dog Aja, and I remembered this wonderful song.
Sweet dreams are made of these, I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something, sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree …
Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused.
Sweet Dreams, Annie Lennox and the Eurythmics.