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missroseroseExtremely vivid dream this morning.
I was making silk cloth to help a person who was ill and needed it (not sure how that worked, but). I distinctly remember unwinding the filament-fine threads from the worms; it was something of a visceral task, as I could occasionally feel the worm move and I knew I was killing it. Once I had the loose silk, I would weave it on a loom threaded with strands so thin I couldn't see them except from an angle. But the resulting cloth (fortunately my brain skipped over most of the tedious weaving) was some of the finest and strongest I'd ever seen. Other people had dyed their pieces lovely vibrant colors (orange, yellow, red, green), so I selected a beautiful rich indigo for mine. The pieces were all small and undecorated, but exquisitely made.
Any thoughts?
I was making silk cloth to help a person who was ill and needed it (not sure how that worked, but). I distinctly remember unwinding the filament-fine threads from the worms; it was something of a visceral task, as I could occasionally feel the worm move and I knew I was killing it. Once I had the loose silk, I would weave it on a loom threaded with strands so thin I couldn't see them except from an angle. But the resulting cloth (fortunately my brain skipped over most of the tedious weaving) was some of the finest and strongest I'd ever seen. Other people had dyed their pieces lovely vibrant colors (orange, yellow, red, green), so I selected a beautiful rich indigo for mine. The pieces were all small and undecorated, but exquisitely made.
Any thoughts?
