Does your knitting creep into your nightmares? I had a knit-mare a few nights ago.
In the dream, I had unraveled my new holiday party sweater and started knitting something else with the yarn: a plain, shapeless cardigan with no character or style. Such a depressing transition. And I don’t think it was even intended to be for me. My dream-self felt very sorrowful about this change, but also very virtuous. I was like a nun renouncing worldly things.
*Heavy dream sob.*
This morning I woke up and was surprised to find the sweater still on my shelf. I felt pleased, but also oddly disappointed. My virtuous knit-halo was gone.
Does your knitting invade your dreams?