Dreams, but not the good kind.

 I am sure you remember this yarn and basket-a-palozza.  I do.

 You remember dishcloths and woven toppers and shopping bags too, right? and how I feared there might be more somewhere in the stash?

 I was digging in my stash for a new something and there it was.  My nightmare.

I girded my loins to steel myself against it, lest I decide I need more baskets, and gave it away to my neighbours where it can be appreciated as it deserves.  It was a good yarn but...