Dream 20030310, 6:30 AM:
I am somewhere, I don’t recall where, talking with Grandpa’s ghost about Grandma. He asks if there is still anything at the house that burns wood. I have a vision of stacked wood, about half a facechord, beside a building. He says that there should be, that he had the house designed that way. I have another view, of a large stove; it looks like one of the turn-of-the-century cast iron cooking stoves, but it is made of blue enamel-ware.
Then, I’m talking with Mom. She needs for me to drop her off at work so that she can get her afghan repaired. She shows me the afghan, which is made of a beige yarn in rows, with holes in some places that appear to be part of the pattern. It looks almost like a punched card pattern. There are pieces of purple yarn through some of the holes, and I know that they represent places that she needs to have fixed.
Then, I’m at a class, teaching tablet weaving. I have a warped and partially woven loom, with a broad band of double-faced knotwork on it. I give out my handouts and start showing various things, but everyone wants to know about the “Junior Line Design.” I know this means the double-face technique; the one that I have on the loom is a strapwork pattern. I start to pass out that handout too, but find that somehow I have “Pattern Interpretation” instead.