Wool Dreams

My dream life is active and, er, somewhat bizarre.

This morning I woke from dreaming that I had a yarn shop and only I knew about the big closeout sale. All yarn was $1US a skein. Whoopie!! I bought a shopping cart full. I could even recognize one of the yarns I chose if I saw it now. Even in my dream, I found the salesclerks weirdly pushy about sock yarn. "Don't you want sock yarn? Here, buy this skein. It makes a feathery top on your sock! Buy some sock yarn -- no one can have too much. Here's cashmere sock yarn!" I caved and bought some sock yarn.

Then, while I was trying to pay, my cart rolled into the street and was hit by a car! Yarn everywhere! My reaction? I was embarassed.

And then I had to go and pick up all of the yarn. It wasn't much damaged, and people were very helpful.

Next, either I or my spouse or my eldest child had enlisted in some branch of the New Zealand military. Cute uniform and all. And what was the new recruit's first task? Why, to learn to spin, of course.

What that says about my priorities or my thoughts about New Zealand are best left to dream analysts, I suppose.