Last night, in my dreams, I was teaching a knitting class. In a different city, in a huge -crazy huge- auditorium. And famous knitters were there, and it was all rather chaotic. I was feeling stressed, worrying about everyone keeping up, trying to keep the room in control.
But I didn’t need to worry. Because then a stream of colored water came rushing in behind me, eddying and flowing towards the drop off beyond the podium, and as I looked at it more closely, I saw that it was actually blood. And I ran towards the back of the building, to discover it was raining blood. Torrential downpour. A veritable Stephen King Epic World Awash In Blood.
Get to! Analyze THAT. I’m sure it’s just that Christmas spirit, misdirected!
It was God crying because he bought a Debbie Bliss pattern and couldn’t get through the damn sleeve shaping.
Trust me.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I trust you all the way on this one. ;)
HA Turtlegirl has it right, I’m sure of it. I just dreamed that the former Misknits shop was open, but you could only buy yarn & fiber if they wound it through your hair. Because I have a LOT of thick, long hair, I got to buy the most. Then a gay guy (no one we know) was belly dancing throughout the shop and Amber played the cymbals.
No Steven King bloodbath, but it left me feeling slightly unsettled and sad that there isn’t a shop that does just that.