Dream Creatures
Dream Creatures

The creatures in my dream presented themselves in floating, misty, fluid ways. They morphed and changed their shapes as my eyes, widened with fright, darted across their faces. I searched for their eyes, and to make out any recognizable facial features that would put them into context, but I failed. My hand covered my open mouth. I breathed in short silent gasps. I was too afraid to let them see my fear. I did not want to give away anything that would give them more power.

Already I felt they were in charge because although they were in my dream, they had commandeered it and were now taking it in directions I’d never intended. I was no longer in charge, I was just an observer. The creatures came so naturally into their power that I wondered if all along, I was the one who had been powerless, and only a mere observer of dream after dream after dream, even though they had all been mine. Was it only now that I could see clearly, even with every thing in fluid, distorted motion? Or was it part of their plan, to cast me under some hazy spell during which I would recognize their hold on me? Who were they?

A sharp cry awakened me and I sat up with a start. The cry had been my own, but I was not sure why until I looked down at the palm of my hand. There, tightly grasped, was a young tumbleweed seedling with its sharp point deeply imbedded into my soft flesh. What battle had transpired here that I had tried to crush one of my favorite weeds?

It was then that I laughed and shook the sleep out of my head. I had been weed hunting, and when the sunlight became so delicious that it made me drowsy, I had laid down in the field for a short nap. During my frightful dream, the weeds had hunted me and I must have clutched at them reflexively, and tightened my grip until I had invited the thorn into my flesh.

In my mind’s eye, I saw the creatures again, and exposed in full sunlight their morphing abilities faded away until they revealed themselves as some dried filarees, a tumbleweed, and a dried swirl of amsickia. Three weed friend had visited me in my dreams.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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