Last night I dreamed of knitting. Actually, it was a very strange dream that had knitting as one of the two main themes. In the dream I was knitting gloves out of tiny lace yarn with tiny needles. The texture was clearly moss stitch. At some point I tried them on, and they were very cute, but I was also wondering what practical purpose they would serve. They were clearly neither warm nor durable. I also could not remember when I'd cast then on or why I was making them anyway. I'm sure that this part of the dream was sparked by Jessica's gloves.
In the dream, I was also walking in Millennium Park. Eventually, I came upon a group of men who where reciting the Shema, getting it wrong, and then arguing about it.