Hand
Have you ever seen a time-lapsed rose, blooming? Layer after layer, unfolding?
Last night, I dreamt of a strange blossom. Each petal was a human hand. The blossoming, a gesture. Each group of hands opening, revealing smaller ones beneath. Till, at the center: teeth.
It sounds more disturbing than it actually felt in the dream. In there, it was just strange. And wondrous.
I dwell on the meanings of such things. Or if there is any at all.