I actually had a nightmare the other night that I was knitting my sock and the yarn had turned into some sort of horrid ribbony stuff and the gauge was all wrong and there were holes all over the place. Perhaps I shouldn't knit late at night?
Meanwhile, in real life, I went off to Borders this morning intending to make a nice neat heel flap, (which came off without a hitch on the first one) and I made one mistake after another, and had to take it off the needle, and then realized that I didn't have any of my equipment with me and actually left the store and drove home to get a crochet hook and a needle and thread to salvage rapidly disappearing stitches, and drove back to wait for Sam and continue my "peaceful" knitting. And I still don't have the flap finished yet. And after that the puzzle of picking up stitches again.
I think I have a clue why I got my decreases in the wrong position last time though. It's too hard to explain, even to myself, but we shall see if this enlightenment sustains itself long enough to produce tangible results.
So going to listen to Cast On and try to finish this bit up.