Dream help
Cross-posted on my journal and at totem_animals
This one has me completely puzzled. I've thought about it all day, and I've looked up what little information I can find on earthworms and shrimp -- but I still can't make heads or tales out of it. I'm hoping someone here might offer suggestions for research.
The only bits of the dream I can remember are that my aunt and I were trying to grow plants as part of some group. My planting trays -- which actually looked like dissecting trays -- were completely void of plants. One tray had a mass of earthworms crawling all over each other. The other tray had what my brain/my dream-self explained was a spider but actually looked like a shrimp from deep in the sea that was mostly colorless but had a slight pinkish/orangish tinge to it. Its legs were a light magenta. My aunt had several thriving trays of tiny mushrooms of various colors and shapes. I looked at her trays and then looked at my trays -- one of wriggling earthworms, one of a "spider in an attack stance" (that was how my dream-self described it) -- and said to my parents and my aunt, "I can only grow things that thrive in the dark and the wet."
This one has me completely puzzled. I've thought about it all day, and I've looked up what little information I can find on earthworms and shrimp -- but I still can't make heads or tales out of it. I'm hoping someone here might offer suggestions for research.
The only bits of the dream I can remember are that my aunt and I were trying to grow plants as part of some group. My planting trays -- which actually looked like dissecting trays -- were completely void of plants. One tray had a mass of earthworms crawling all over each other. The other tray had what my brain/my dream-self explained was a spider but actually looked like a shrimp from deep in the sea that was mostly colorless but had a slight pinkish/orangish tinge to it. Its legs were a light magenta. My aunt had several thriving trays of tiny mushrooms of various colors and shapes. I looked at her trays and then looked at my trays -- one of wriggling earthworms, one of a "spider in an attack stance" (that was how my dream-self described it) -- and said to my parents and my aunt, "I can only grow things that thrive in the dark and the wet."