Gardening Nightmares.
So, yesterday Sean and I spent several hours shopping for, and subsequently planting an entire potential garden of wildflowers to pansies to posies and everything in between. When finished with the preliminary potting, prepping and planting…I was feling good if not a little worried that I did something wrong and that muh babies wouldn’t bloom as expected!
And that’s right about where I think one of the most terrifying and disturbing dreams I’ve ever had got its ‘seed planted’.
Cut to this morning, in my last hour of sleep before work in the middle of dreamland (aka nightmareland?)
It was just one scene playing over and over again where a middle aged doctor was outside humming a dark but cheerful song, watering a garden outside his nice house in the California sunshine. The twist? **DISCLAIMER, THIS IS SERIOUSLY EFFED UP**
The garden was fertilized using only aborted fetuses.
Next to each flower climbing up its glorious trellis was a gold plate with the name of the flower and the name that the baby would have had..
To top it off, on the side of the house was a full line of pregnant women crying.
WHAT THE HELL.
