Craftin' Machine

I had a dream that I had taken a bunch of my art to a store to sell. I had a bunch of crocheted brooches and such. When I got there I set all my stuff down on a table and waited for the clerk to come and help me. When she came over she looked at the table of things and I realized it was hard to tell what stuff I had just brought in. I picked up my things and said "These are mine, this stuff on the table was already here." The woman glared at me over her glasses and took my things to look at. She said flatly, "This stuff came from a machine." I immediately got defensive and said, "No! I made this stuff, I'll show you right now, I'll make them again!" I started looking around for some yarn or something so I could show her, but she just walked away. I was so mad, but I stood there and pictured a vending machine dispensing my art out of it.