I have a recurring dream. I hope that some of my fellow threadheads may help shed some light on the meaning of it. Perhaps fabric features prominently in your dreams as well?
In my dream, I visit a large hall (museum, fabric shop, market) that is filled with glorious textiles. (I am amazed that my brain can conjure up such beauty.) I am told that I can take as much as I wish. Invariably, when I go to leave the fabrics in my arms turn to rags, disappear, or are not the ones I thought I had chosen.
This dream sometimes happens with food instead of cloth.
I think this dream has something to do with how I view life, but am I really that pessimistic and sad? Some times this dream is so upsetting that it turns into a nightmare.