All I really remember about my dream was that it was disjointed. I was with some people, a woman and her daughter. There was lots of crochet, a lot of it not finished, but all very beautiful. An abusive ex boyfriend from a long time ago was part of it, but I never saw him, just sensed him. The woman asked if she should vote. I said yes and then I woke up. I wish I knew how to crochet what I saw. They were gorgeous.