Dream journal

I woke up, looked at the front yard, and realized that it had rained overnight. A strange rain, that somehow applied positive feedback to elevation differences, so that wherever there had been an inch or two indentation, there was now a pit two to three feet wide and almost as deep. We had planted several trees and large bushes, and each of them now stood either on top of a substantial hill or in one of these pits. Clearly, we would need to fill in the pits, and soon before there could be another positive-feedback rain! I had already been planning to pick up some garden soil at Home Depot today, but if the positive-feedback rain had hit the whole neighborhood, I could face serious competition for the limited number of bags of garden soil; better get in the car now.

Diagnosis: it feels like a typical anxiety dream about getting behind on household chores until they become utterly unmanageable. And in fact I was planning to pick up garden soil at Home Depot today, not for filling in pits that had formed overnight but for starting seeds indoors. (I'm pretty sure we've had our last frost of the year, but I'd still like to grow things past 1/4" tall before putting them into the garden to face the tender mercies of squirrels and the like.)