Dream

Posted on April 11, 2007 in Dreams

I am home. The only room which possesses a floor is my own. My mother’s bedroom and my brother’s are sinking into a marsh. I go back and forth between the rooms, checking my observations then go out into the backyard. Where ever a penny has landed, a conical hole has formed in the grass. When I pick up the penny, there’s a dried stalk which I pull out with a half-dollar sized clump of dirt. The hole seals itself as I remove the coins and the root.

[tags]Dreams[/tags]