Well, it wasn't really a knitting dream, per se. But last night I dreamt that I was in some kind of horrible, post-apocalyptic future world, sort of like a cross between The Handmaid's Tale and Bladerunner.
Amid all the horrors and tortures I faced in this unfamiliar wasteland, there was a handsome young man in a beautiful heathered-red sweater. It had a V-neck, raglan sleeves, and was made of cashmere. I remember touching it and thinking it was the softest sweater I'd ever felt. I complimented him on it and told him it was his sweater that attracted me to him.
That's right, even in a post-apocalyptic nightmare I am hitting on cute guys and lusting over knitwear. I may be incorrigible.
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