Invasive Species

It sat on the kitchen table, a speck of dark light, shifting through an array of geometric shapes.

“I don’t know,” said Adie.  “When I woke up, it was in my hand.”

“Were you dreaming?” asked Teri.

Adie blinked.  “Yeah.  There were… trees… or curtains… and I had to push through to get… somewhere.”

“Cockle-burr.”

“What?”

“Plant that puts its seeds in a shell with hooks.  They catch on animals’ fur, and the animals spread them to new locations.”

Adie watched the thing morph into a pyramid, then slowly elongate.  “Will it grow a dream?”

Teri shrugged.  “Or a nightmare.”