Show Me Your Garden Bed

Date: 11/3/2025

In this dream I was on a property in a smallish house that I was sharing with two other women. It was kind of like a tiny home, on a medium-sized piece of land with other tiny houses around. In the backyard there were three small plots for gardening. The drama of this dream was that I wasn't sure how to use my psychic talents, I was complaining and wishing that I could find the courage to express myself, help people and make a living off of my esoteric talents. So I was moaning about this, pretty much crying and I said, can either of you tell me anything? (I lived with an older lady with white hair but active, bright and self assured and younger black woman who was bright and funny - both were larger bodied like me) The younger woman sprung into action, she said "I can read you!" She sat in a chair in the same room and started to recite my talents and gifts and what I should do. It was all so complimentary and I continued to cry. The older roommate comforting me. As I got up and started to do things, I was still melancholic but both women were being so encouraging and not letting me give up. Their energy was that of people who know I will succeed and I felt in the dream that they were right. Next I am being shown around the garden by the younger roommate about the plots. She said she doesn't use hers but lent it to a neighbor and the older lady uses hers and then one was for me. As I was looking at them, I noticed that some of the outter walls of the plots were damaged and I thought it would be so great if I could remove the walls between them and make it into one big plot for me to use - also the plots were so very small, probably if you put them all together it would be 7 ft by 3 ft. I talked about it with the house mate but knew it was probably not going to happen because other people use it. Then the tour continued and I was slightly anxious about telling both roommates my ideas for the space but also feeling a little sheepish. We were waiting for the person who uses the lent one to arrive. The last scene of the dream we are picking large red tomatoes off of vines in the plot...they were the older woman's. I wondered how there could be so many "this late in the season" (it's November in my waking life lol). They seemed to get a little softer after that thought. I was excited to slice into one and eat it in toast with cream cheese and salt and pepper. There were brown paper bags there in case I needed to put the tomatoes in there. The end!