PLANT LOVERS KNOW THIS
OR DO THEY?
12-10-98 - DREAM - I was in my livingroom. Everyone had left for the day. I was resting on the couch, the drapes were mostly closed, but there was filtered light coming in on a corner table where I had 5 or 6 plants clustered together. They were a variety of plants, the two I recognized the names of were Philodendron vine and Shefflera vine which were relatively young but established well in their pots.
I was hearing small voices but didn't pay too much attention until I noticed that these two plant's leaves were seemingly moving in a draft from the windows. Then it dawned on me...these small voices were those two plants talking to each other. I watched them with interest, understanding what they were saying because they were speaking English. They had male voices such as the voices of male elves in the movies. It slowly came into my awareness..."This is NOT normal. Plants don't talk!" But it was still not through my head enough to break free...PLANTS DON'T TALK!!!. THIS IS NEWS!!!!!!"
I got excited. I wanted to tell the world. I thought about it a couple minutes. "Who could I tell????" I sat there thinking..."Well! I'll just call the local newspaper and when he comes out to write the story...it'll get passed on to the big newspapers. It's a GREAT news story."
Just then, a family member came in the room...a man...I don't know what relationship he was to me. I quietly told him that the plants were talking to each other which they still were in the corner. I whispered to him... "Want to make some money??? Get rich??? Our plants are talking to each other!!!!!"
He looked at them...got a surprised look on his face and ran from the room.
In moments, other people were in the room, the drapes pulled wide apart, the patio door opened, and a cold breeze was blowing through the room. The two talking plants were separated from the others and brought out into the bright light. They sat there...silent!
The men who came in to see the plants saw and heard nothing and I could tell that the plants were like in 'shock'. They didn't even look the same. The men were acting like they were angry, like they had been called out on a wild goose chase.
I was angry because they had made a mess of my livingroom, moved my plants around and the window open and the room was cold.
So, I hollered at them to leave. When they did, I closed the drapes to where they had been, moved the plants back to where they had been, close to each other.
My sister was the only other person in the room with me, and we sat back to watch the plants. I KNEW they could talk and maybe...just maybe...I would be able to hear them again.
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