Back in the city where I live a secondhand shop which doesn't exist in real life in the street that I dreamed it in, had been sold to a friend of mine. He had cleaned out all the junk except for a sweater made of cat fur. He had refused to get rid of it because cats were evil, so he told me to build a campfire and toast the sweater, then left.
Which I did, but first I pulled the fiberglass lining out of the sweater. It didn't burn up, but shrank to doll size. I felt compelled to eat it, but woke up instead...