I had a dream last night. A woman wanted to commission me to embroider something freehand...on her back.

Since it was freehand, and she didn't have a design in mind, I kept stitching on her skin, looking at my work, and pulling the stitches out.

Until finally, I found a design I liked. When I stepped back to admire my work, she began writhing in pain. In fact, it was the first time she moved during my stitching. 

The thick floss I was using began to burn her skin. She started screaming as smoke began twirling above the holes in her back.

What was probably the scariest part about the dream to me, was not the fact that I was embroidering on her back, nor was it the possibility that I hurt, and permanently scarred her. What I was most afraid of was her contacting the authorities, and getting me in trouble.

Upon realizing I could get in serious trouble for injuring this woman, I said "this is a dream, and I won't get into trouble."

I woke up...with the hiccups.

I guess crafting isn't always sunshine and roses. I look at it this way though, at least I'm not a welder, or a glass blower. Who knows what my twisted mind would dream up if I were.

This is what I was working on right before I went to bed.

It's just one pillow cover in a series of new covers that I'm working on.

It will forever be known as "the nightmare pillow."