I don’t usually remember my dreams unless they are startling enough to wake me up. I had one of those. The husband, Beth and I were at a yarn crawl. Beth and I entered a shop and sat down to knit with the many knitters who were there knitting. We moved to another table to talk with someone who as it turns out was Sarah Jessica Parker and when I went back to get my knitting someone had stollen my white sock knitting bag (which I don’t even have) and I was freaking out. All I kept saying was “My favorite needles were in there.” No one would help me find it. I just kept freaking out over the needles. I woke up tired and stressed. What do you think? Am I losing it?