Knitting

I dreamt that I was having lunch with a friend and her mom.  My friend started knitting, which she doesn’t and never would.  I was shocked and asked when she learned to knit and her mother said, “When she was in solitary confinement,”  which she never has been and
hopefully never will be.  I said to my friend, “When were you in solitary confinement?!,” and her mother replied, “Must have been when you were in China,” which I was.

I left the restaurant and was walking through the parking lot to my car when I passed a very fancy half car/half boat with another friend of my lounging on the hood/bow knitting, which he doesn’t and never would.

 

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