What Dreams May Drum

[kyra_ojosverdes]

Weird dreams. Some dreams are more disturbing after analysis.

So, I'm in a supermarket. I'm shopping. No kids, just me and all the other shoppers. I'm pushing my cart, buying milk and all. The ground rumbles. It shakes. It shakes more. The tiles start to break up. A green-black shoot appears, quickly turning into a VERY large viney plant. A horror (or hentai) movie sort of sentient plant. Screaming and pandemonium, aisle ten.
***
I'm out in the parking lot. The plant hasn't eaten anyone, though it has that "I am a plant with a mouth, and I just may eat you" poppy-bud thing going on. The ground rumbles again. A shoot appears in the asphalt. Screaming and pandemonium amongst the SUVs and minivans.
***
I'm in another place in the parking lot. This scene is starting to get a little predictable: yup, the ground is shaking again, goddamnit. There's the fucking shoot. There's the big scary badass plant, which, again, hasn't yet eaten anyone, just caused lots of property damage and a few heart attacks. I'm starting to think that the location of the plant's eruptions are less than random.
***
The plant's eruptions are less than random. It wants to talk to me. God only knows why. I don't especially want to talk to a giant sentient plant.
***
Everywhere I go, the damn Plant o' Terror is shredding the ground, scaring people, and trashing the place. This sucks.
***
Finally, I realize that running from it just causes more destruction. It has to give chase, right? So I send it a message (through whom I don't know) that I'll be back in the parking lot at 3 pm, so it can just come up through the hole it had already made, and quit tearing new holes everywhere.
***
I'm there. The ground shakes. There's the damn plant. It's like a huge, dark dark green poppy plant with vines (and no blooms). It speaks. It wants to be with me. Awww fuck. I'm really not into plants. Nothing personal, guy, but I have this thing about dating outside my species. Yes, obviously, I am a bigoted ass, and a castrating bitch to boot. I leave, feeling icky.
***
More destruction and "collateral damage" as the plant tries to be near me. Fucking persistent plant. People are telling me that I should just marry the damn plant, so it'll quit destroying the city. It doesn't appear any other measures were or are being taken. Not even salt or herbicide, dammit.
***
Children are dying, crushed by falling buildings. The city is in chaos, its streets ripped apart by the plant as it erupts here, there, everywhere I go. I've tried staying away from paved areas. I've tried being out in the country. Less destruction there, but it's still the same. When a 50-foot plant erupts in someone's living room or barn, it's going to cause damage.
***
I decide, fuck it, I'll go be with the damn plant. Then it'll be satisfied and the destruction will stop. I hate its prickles. I hate the way it oozes sap. I hate its stupid poppy-bud mouth. But I go.

Ugh.