I was thinking about this phrase this morning as I was telling DH about a dream I had last night. Well, dream isn’t really the best word. Horrific nightmare is probably the better wording.
It started out innocently enough. I had made a hat for the soon to be baby of a friend’s daughter and needed to take it to her. Why I couldn’t have mailed it, I don’t know. She lives in Austrailia. I live in Canada. Somehow in my dream, it was only a 30 minute drive away. (Hey it’s a dream, go with it.)
I packed the kids and DH in the car and off we went to deliver the hat. It was an adorable chenille hat with a tiny little brim in a bright vivid blue…but that’s besides the point. Anyway, that was the only real part that knitting had to play in the dream. The rest of it dissolved into a mess including a large black dog (terrified of them), a graveyard complete with talking dead people, kidnapping, an intruder in the home and ending with torture with beetles (and not the rock group either) before I woke up. I ended up not getting back to sleep for about 3 more hours, only to be awoken by the alarm less than an hour later.
So, I’m thinking…am I knitting too much if most nights I have a dream involving some type of knitting? (Let’s not discuss the dream I had the other night with the 50 foot scarf…) I mean pregnant women seem to have very vivid dreams to begin with, I don’t think I’m helping the issue any by imagining projects I want to do and stitches I want to try and yummy yarn I want to get my hands on…as I’m drifting off to sleep.
I can’t be the only one…please, share your knitting dream stories, or times when you felt you needed to put the knitting down and back away slowly.