2 episodes

I had two short dreams, both about moving soil, while I drifted from sleep through a hypnopompic state this morning. In the first I saw a desert landscape with low hills. The ground was colourful: especially cinnamon, orange and yellow. The land was dry, but three round pools soft as mud began to spiral like galaxies. In the second episode I lifted clumps of grass and dirt, and pushed them through a square hole in a solid fence.