I wrote the post about the magic bean till after midnight...and I had a dream related to it.
I was at my house's gardening area, looking at the plants.
Suddenly I saw movements, under the soil.
There it was, a foot. A baby's foot.
A baby's foot stuck out from the soil. I wasn't startled.
Then the images changed. It was another day.
I was squating at the same spot, looking over the plants, where the baby's foot stuck out.
The soil loosen, caused by the movement underneath. Something appeared, moving.
It was... a baby.
Yes, a baby. A baby which had grown from a plant's root, apparrently.
I held the baby in my arms.
Images changed again. It was, again, another day.
The baby was no longer a baby. He had grown up. About 7 years old. I had been taking care of him. He's my son.
And my dream ended.
This is really what happened in my dream. No lies.
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