Dream journal, part 2
So anyway, I was standing there talking to him, and for some reason the tomato plants kept catching my eye. They kept turning into an illegal variety of weed, and back. I was becoming more and more distracted and alarmed, because I was afraid that my uncle would have trouble with the police over this, but he was turned away from the plants, andso absorbed in what he was saying that he didn’t notice my increasing alarm and distress. Honestly, I don’t know why I was becoming so upset, since it wasn’t my business whether they were tomato plants or not anyway. After all, it was his investment property.