I dreamed I was driving, on one of those places where there's a breakdown lane and then a wall, and some guy ran me off the side of the road with his car. so I'm sitting there, trying to get my heart back in my chest, and I look in front of my car, and there's this mountain of cardboard boxes in front of me, with this hidious brown and black fabric spilling out the top of it, like some awful couch has been skinned.
But it's fabric. So I get out of my car to investigate, and after I move the yucky fabric, there's this pink brocade that's impossibly soft, so I pile that over to the side. And then there's this shimmery gold, quilted silk. And I gotta have that. Big pieces too, like 3-4 yards.
And then I dig a little deeper, and there's this fucking roll of olive-green embroidered silk. Like 30 yards. Like 60 lbs of fabric. I started carting fabric to the car.
Dream-sam called me at some point, and I told him what I'd found. He said I could take it home, if I'd do him one favor--but he never told me what it was, and we got disconnected and I got distracted by the shiny, silky beautiful fabric again.
I woke up this morning and almost forgot the dream, until I went out to put my crap in the car, and alas, it was empty.