Depending On How You Feel About Gray

A dream I had and it was this...

I was sitting on my messenger bag, because the ground was sort of muddy. My knees pulled up to my chest, and my back leaning against a tree trunk. The day was gray. The snow, the exposed earth, the buildings, my coat and my boots, everything was some shade of gray. Note-worthy, because I always dream in color.

I was also feeling gray. My tights were charcoal in a houndstooth pattern; reflecting whatever light was there. It was the only gray I liked in all of this. I was staring at my knees.

Traditionally, houndstooth is composed of alternating bands of four dark and for light threads in both warp (threads that go over) and weft (threads that go under) woven in a simple 2:2 twill. Two over, then two under the warp, advancing one thread each pass.

It's not unlike me in my waking life to stare at something and think about how it's made, but while sleeping not likely. In my dream my tights were a solid color, or not, depending on how you feel about gray. The warp and the weft must have been different fibers to create the noticeable pattern of contemplation. I was feeling awful for an unknown reason, but the houndstooth was full of reason and I was appreciating it.

I sat there under the tree for what seemed like a really long time. I picked up a Y-shaped twig. A miniature dowsing rod I thought, and it must be sort of working. Aside from everything being gray, everything was damp or still frozen. I used the dowser to sketch into the dirt around me. It started to rain. The precipitation filling up the swirls of dual lines I just forced into the earth.