Dreamt the over day that we were hanging out together in a stilted fashion - me knitting, her flicking through a magazine. All normal. I informed her that 'this wool isn't quite what the pattern suggested so it's a bit of an experiment to see if it would work.' She was interested, she nodded. We continued.
Then, the mitten was completed. Slipped it over my hand. It was huge, an oven glove for a giantess. "Whoops, didn't quite work!" I said light-heartedly. "Aaah, no it didn't" she responded.
"WELL, YOU'VE NEVER TRIED TO KNIT A MITTEN" I, of course, then blasted with the voice of a demonic being. Of course. The perfect end.
...Might be a bit more going on there than it let on, eh?