If you dream about quilts, the dream has to be in color and this one was. I was in the back seat of a station wagon, sitting between my Mom and a woman I did not know. Another woman, also a stranger, was driving, but she was a quilter.
In the front passenger seat was a pile of quilts & the cargo area was also full of quilts -- bright, colorful quilts in a simple square patch pattern. They were charity quilts.
We were driving to a symphony at the Bushnell; haven't been there in decades and I'm a ballet fan, not a symphony person, so that was strange too.
If I'm dreaming of quilts, guess It's time for the Coach-potato Lady of Blizzard 2011 to become Quilt Lady.