Ravioli dream

In my dream I bought a pack of DIY ravioli at the supermarket. Opening it revealed hundreds of tiny soft squares, a pair of scissors, some red bubble-wrap, and a needle and thread. Following the instructions on the box, I began to make ravioli. First I had to trim the squares; the scissors had oddly-shaped blades and made a crinkled cut. I was reminded of the scissors I had found in my grandmother’s sewing box in my youth; I’m not sure what purpose they had served, but their blades had been shaped so as to produce a zig-zag cut in fabric.