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I had a dream that was very strange last night:
I was showing my dad this new plant I had found...it was strange because it physically reacted to different colors of light placed around it. I placed it in a vase outside of my dad's room and went inside to talk to him. As we were talking, the plant's roots broke through the vase, climbed down the table, under the carpet, and went straight through my dad's room. It caused the floor to buckle, and moved his bed as the roots went under it. Then it broke through the outer wall of the house and formed an awning over the patio downstairs.
I thought my dad would be upset that this happened, because I brought this alien plant to the house. Instead he wanted another one. The best way to describe his demeanor was that of a corporate executive who realizes something about how he can make billions by securing a rare item. My dad was obsessed with this plant. He ordered me to find more and plant them on an island. He spoke something about harnessing the plant.
I knew which island he was talking about (for our house was on an island, in my dream): I went outside and looked at a very small spit of sand just a bit out- it normally had a line of palm trees on it, but recently all the palm trees had been sinking into the sand. As I looked, the last of the palm trees disappeared into the sand.
I told my dad that I had researched the island before, and that it cost 2 million dollars, though now considerably less because of the missing palm trees. He ordered me to contact a company he worked with and secure the emergency money to buy the island and plant this plant.
Then I woke up.
My dad is nothing like that- at all.
And we certainly don't live in a house as nice as the one in my dream. Very strange, if you ask me.
I was showing my dad this new plant I had found...it was strange because it physically reacted to different colors of light placed around it. I placed it in a vase outside of my dad's room and went inside to talk to him. As we were talking, the plant's roots broke through the vase, climbed down the table, under the carpet, and went straight through my dad's room. It caused the floor to buckle, and moved his bed as the roots went under it. Then it broke through the outer wall of the house and formed an awning over the patio downstairs.
I thought my dad would be upset that this happened, because I brought this alien plant to the house. Instead he wanted another one. The best way to describe his demeanor was that of a corporate executive who realizes something about how he can make billions by securing a rare item. My dad was obsessed with this plant. He ordered me to find more and plant them on an island. He spoke something about harnessing the plant.
I knew which island he was talking about (for our house was on an island, in my dream): I went outside and looked at a very small spit of sand just a bit out- it normally had a line of palm trees on it, but recently all the palm trees had been sinking into the sand. As I looked, the last of the palm trees disappeared into the sand.
I told my dad that I had researched the island before, and that it cost 2 million dollars, though now considerably less because of the missing palm trees. He ordered me to contact a company he worked with and secure the emergency money to buy the island and plant this plant.
Then I woke up.
My dad is nothing like that- at all.
And we certainly don't live in a house as nice as the one in my dream. Very strange, if you ask me.