Today's Keyboard Smash
Mar. 5th, 2021 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksOh yeah, I definitely did a number on my think meats. I took a nap, mostly because I was in such a bad mood, I represented a hostile workplace to myself in my own home. And I have now just awakened from such a monumentally weird dream, I don't know what to think other than "sorry???"
In this dream, I was trying to sow my next round of wildflower seeds in the field in the rain. I tried to gather the supplies for the process, but couldn't seem to make sense of them. I mixed the seeds into very rocky dirt that definitely was not going to fit through a seed spreader. I launched seeds across covered areas and into trays of tomatoes. I attempted all of this, I must emphasize, while it was actively raining.
Y'all, I messed up real bad on every step. I knew it. The people around me knew it. The alarmingly large collection of neglected succulents inhabiting every flat surface for miles around my house knew it. That was the point at which I got distracted from the Brita water filter pitcher I was using instead of the seed spreader and started really investigating my circumstances. Apparently, I had been collecting succulents and just. Leaving them? Places? Under tarps?
I started trying to pick some of them up, only to be snagged by various long, spiny, fragile arms of overgrown plant. I didn't want to hurt them! I didn't want them to hurt me! I didn't understand why some of them had apparently been living entirely submerged in mud up until this point, but I didn't like it. I became frantically overwhelmed by the whole situation and the prospect of needing to somehow repot all of them into more suitable living situations.
That's when my unconscious supplied the pallets and racks full of haphazardly piled ceramic pots, all painted a uniform hunter green for some reason. Far from easing my mind, this was just another thing that needed to be sorted somehow and rendered safe and proper. Also, I really hated that paint job so much.
I was, I'm afraid, destined to sort neither plants nor pots that...day..., because my mind once again had something else to deal with. This was when I had An Encounter with the flock of giant ducks (not to be confused with actual geese) living amongst the racks of pots. Large, ill-tempered, and male, they seemed to me a dangerous thing to have around my own (normal-sized) girls. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Go up to one, make dominant noises, and then grab it by the neck and start petting its feathers in an attempt to tame it? Obviously, yes!
That was about when my brain, in an act of self-defense, yeeted me back into consciousness. At which point, I realized the entire affair had been narrated by Griffin McElroy, because my brain knows absurdist comedy when it sees it. Admittedly, I had been listening to back episodes of The Adventure Zone earlier today, but not a quantity that should have been capable of doing psychic damage.
I...I don't think I'm going to be good for a lot this weekend for some reason.
In this dream, I was trying to sow my next round of wildflower seeds in the field in the rain. I tried to gather the supplies for the process, but couldn't seem to make sense of them. I mixed the seeds into very rocky dirt that definitely was not going to fit through a seed spreader. I launched seeds across covered areas and into trays of tomatoes. I attempted all of this, I must emphasize, while it was actively raining.
Y'all, I messed up real bad on every step. I knew it. The people around me knew it. The alarmingly large collection of neglected succulents inhabiting every flat surface for miles around my house knew it. That was the point at which I got distracted from the Brita water filter pitcher I was using instead of the seed spreader and started really investigating my circumstances. Apparently, I had been collecting succulents and just. Leaving them? Places? Under tarps?
I started trying to pick some of them up, only to be snagged by various long, spiny, fragile arms of overgrown plant. I didn't want to hurt them! I didn't want them to hurt me! I didn't understand why some of them had apparently been living entirely submerged in mud up until this point, but I didn't like it. I became frantically overwhelmed by the whole situation and the prospect of needing to somehow repot all of them into more suitable living situations.
That's when my unconscious supplied the pallets and racks full of haphazardly piled ceramic pots, all painted a uniform hunter green for some reason. Far from easing my mind, this was just another thing that needed to be sorted somehow and rendered safe and proper. Also, I really hated that paint job so much.
I was, I'm afraid, destined to sort neither plants nor pots that...day..., because my mind once again had something else to deal with. This was when I had An Encounter with the flock of giant ducks (not to be confused with actual geese) living amongst the racks of pots. Large, ill-tempered, and male, they seemed to me a dangerous thing to have around my own (normal-sized) girls. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Go up to one, make dominant noises, and then grab it by the neck and start petting its feathers in an attempt to tame it? Obviously, yes!
That was about when my brain, in an act of self-defense, yeeted me back into consciousness. At which point, I realized the entire affair had been narrated by Griffin McElroy, because my brain knows absurdist comedy when it sees it. Admittedly, I had been listening to back episodes of The Adventure Zone earlier today, but not a quantity that should have been capable of doing psychic damage.
I...I don't think I'm going to be good for a lot this weekend for some reason.
