I admired it, then wrapped it back up and placed it back in the cabinet. As I did so, I noticed that there were other people in the house, presumably the knitter's family, and I wondered whether they thought it was strange that I was in their house to view the swatch. And then I thought, of course they do!

There were also some small knitted bags sitting on a windowsill, embellished with beads, but I decided not to take the time to look at them, since I felt a little awkward knowing people were watching me.

My first thought on waking was that the dream was a metaphor for knit blogs--we visit someone else's "house," open the doors, and admire their swatches, then close the doors and move on.