I rarely have knitting dreams, but I had a dream last night that involved knitting.

My parents and I were traveling together and we stopped somewhere to do some shopping. My mother and I went to a fabric shop - not a JoAnn's type place, it was located in a big, old three-story building, like an old Victorian house. I remember looking at some of those cut-sew-and-stuff flat toys - oddly, there was a panel that had both a turtle and Cookie Monster on it (where that came from I have no idea). I went down to the first floor where they had some "vintage" stuff. By this time I had a bag full of fabric I had purchased (but did not remember picking out or buying, in the strange timewarpness of dreams). I happened across two projects that had been brought in, partially finished, to be sold. Both were scarves. One was a fine-gauge charcoal wool, a very nice silky wool, and was knit into a cabled scarf that was perhaps half done. The other scarf, of a bulky mustard-colored (yes, I see color in my dreams) chenille yarn, was sort of a cable-and-yarn-over pattern. Both were priced at about $23 (odd that I remember that), and I felt I couldn't afford both (considering what I had already bought).

So I had to decide. I looked in the bags to see what else was in there - the charcoal colored scarf was really a nicer yarn, the pattern and needles were in there - the pattern was an old-fashioned flyer-type pattern, the cover was an old black-and-white photo with a red logo. But the mustard colored scarf had a whole book with it - a book I knew to be out of print, but which I already had a copy of. (It is not a book that exists in the real world, I just vaguely remember it as having a sort of blue-green cover). There was also a mouse measuring tape in the bag - a small anthropomorphic mouse, wearing red coveralls and with its hands in its pockets, and when you pulled on the head, it came off and was the end of the measuring tape (which seems gruesome now that I'm awake).

I can't tell you which scarf I "chose" because I woke up right after discovering the mouse measuring tape.

Yes, I always have (and generally remember) that high a level of detail from my dreams. Sometimes I wake up exhausted - I wish I didn't dream so vividly sometimes.