Well, my dream wasn't exactly about quilting... but I think it was close enough to warrant telling.
I dreamed that I died and went to heaven. It must have been heaven, because they ushered me into a room full of fabric, and said, "Make yourself at home! Go make some tree skirts!"
There even was a sewing machine just like my favorite Singer.
So I sat down and started making tree skirts. With gorgeous red and green fabrics, that looked like Hoffmans. And they kept bringing in more fabric, each bolt more beautiful than the last. And I sewed and sewed and... finally realized that somehow the bolts were never getting empty. And that I wasn't in heaven after all, but my own private tailor-made version of hell, and what was worst of all was that I couldn't even tell the difference!