We, the Dreamcatcher crew, are preparing the beds for planting.
Marisa is weeding and carefully turning the weeds back into the soil.
I am pleased to see full recycling of the weeds.
I can't resist the urge to dig my hands in and start pulling out weeds.
The roots are strong and deep.
I am reminded that we should leave a few dandelions about for the bees.
Marisa agrees and asks if I had scattered popcorn in the beds yet?
Some sort of ritual to encourage growth by the hands of each planter, I am guessing?
No, I exclaim.
I look down at the bunch of dandelions I had pulled and their petals turned to popcorn.
How odd, I think to myself, wondering why popcorn...
Grabbing a handful of deliciously looking buttered popcorn, I begin to scatter the puffed corn in a weaving pattern back and forth.
What's strange is that the soil turned into that rubbery ground, used at children's playgrounds.
It also has a faint numbered pattern on it, that I follow as I scatter the popped corn.
I wonder why the ground is like this and how the seeds are supposed to go, but I keep on with what I'm doing and return for more popcorn.
As I come back for more popcorn, there are more people standing around.
Everyone has babies.
They are crying and screaming everywhere.
