Are You Ill? Then Head to the Crochet Hospital!

I'm no longer upset by my dreams like I was Saturday night/morning. I was having a strange reaction to reality even without dreaming, but thankfully that has passed thanks to the Ativan leaving my system.

Now this morning my dreams were crochet related. I think I'm thinking crochet because tomorrow I'll find out how the judges rated my two doilies entered into the fair. If I didn't place I'll be fine with it—because I learn from the mistakes I've made because they do give you a score card with comments when you pick up your entries after the fair is over.

Anyhow, my dream began with The Crochet Hospital! In the dream this hospital was in operation in the early 1910s and served ill people up until the 1930s. Why was it called The Crochet Hospital? Well, the patients would be surrounded by crocheted items, like afghans and such, because it was thought the crocheted items would help in the healing process. In the dream I was looking at old photographs of patients having crocheted covers for their casts. It was really strange!

Then I dreamt about my crochet being entered into this competition that involved the Russians, and this very important lady in this competitive crochet world came to me to ask if I'd be interested in participating in this highly renowned event, and I was surprised that she found out about my work, and even thought I was talented enough to be in this competition!

This dream also involved my sister taking a hot bath before me, and then when it was my turn I got into the shower and the water never got hot enough, it was warm to cold water, and I felt that there should have been hot water available because I had waited long enough for the water to heat back up.

Then the dream switched to I was in this little town back in the 1950s and I was part of this girl group that was a bit wild, but all they wanted to do was get married and find a husband. I recall trying to roll a cigarette because someone was a smoker and I said I thought I could do it. I couldn't. One of the girls was very excited to be getting married. It was totally strange!

I don't even want to look up the dream symbols for this odd series of my subconsciousness ramblings. I figure it is a bit obvious that I am thinking about crochet! Now as for the rolling a cigarette and the not enough hot water thing—I'm taking it all a face value!