Plants

Plants – that’s what most of this dream was about. Strange fantasy plants that I could use in my book for sure.
I can’t remember the beginning of these dreams, but I’ll start off where I can remember.
Someone had found a strange plant that produces a type of mutating pollen. When this pollen touches other plants, it causes them to grow 10x faster and larger than normal. This had gotten out, and suddenly there were giant plants everywhere. Tomatoes the size of a beach ball with vines as thick as a mans forearm. Giant trees would sprout in minutes, tearing through buildings and roads, wreaking havoc. The entire world ground to a halt as the plants seemed to reclaim what is rightfully theirs.
But something else happened too. The pollen mutated more, and humans began to be affected too. Humanoid plants would grow right out the side of a pine tree, or another would grow grass atop her head instead of hair. Some of these became carnivorous, and snatch unsuspecting victims from a hiking trail or bike path, and slowly consume them as they screamed hours on end in agony.
The world had changed, and dangerously at that. The world no longer revolved around humans, but instead around the plants that had now taken over. There were wars fought, humans against an entire forest or weed patch. In the end, the plants always won, and soon mankind learned to live as one with the green of the world.
I’m standing on a grassy hill overlooking a lush green valley, what was once called Albuquerque, in the high desert of New Mexico. The Rio Grande sparkles as it takes its course down towards the Gulf of Mexico. A small jet of some sort is circling what used to be the ABQ airport, and its getting lower as it tries to find a place to land. I shake my head no and yell at the top of my lungs to be careful. But I knew it would not matter… The forest would have its blood. As I finished the thought, a giant vine shot out of the heart of the forest and grabbed the jet out of the air like a lizard would a small bug. A small crunching was heard this far away as the metal was torn apart and its contents consumed.
Now I’m walking through the forest towards my home, careful where I’m stepping. I was watching the ground when a small vine suddenly grabbed my wrist, while another vine, tipped with a razor sharp edge, cut my upper arm open. Before I can yell in pain, the Eye plant inserts two lemon sized eyeballs underneath my skin and then let’s me go.
I frantically tear the wound open further to get the eyeball seeds out of my arm. I knew if they were left there I would take root right here as I became an Eye tree. I manage to get the seeds out of my arm and chuck them back into the forest. The seeds could not grow without human blood, as that is the tree’s origin. The Eye tree is exactly what it sounds like, a large tree with Eyes the size of lemons as its fruit. Thousands of eyes as its seeds, but it could use them to see as well. Nothing passed its notice.
The Eye tree seemed to be shaking now out of mirth at my demise and now bleeding arm. I hastily run away from this tree towards home….
Awake