Day 26- what will grow from those seeds?

Half asleep, in the middle of the night I am alerted by a noise in the house, I elbow my boyfriend to say that someone is in. It is a big house with a garden where the bathroom door leads to the private grounds. We both get up and check the area to soon realise that the back door is open. It is pitch dark outside and we can’t see anyone. Walking back in, we lock the door, leave the bathroom light on and return to the room. Soon after, as we both discuss that I must have dreamt,  the shadow moves through the bathroom light and finally appears in the room, passing through the door. He looks a bit like an African witch doctor, in his 50’s, black, tall and thin. His body is covered in white mud and he is wearing brown shorts, his face is painted with black, white and red stripes. He appears to be a really strong spirit who can read into my thoughts. He is mumbling something that sounds like a black magic mantra and as he stares into my eyes he realises that I was expecting him. 

As he launches himself towards me like a ray of light, I immediately punch him and he transforms into a small wooden vase with a lid. I open it and inside there’s a transparent bag, I throw it against the walls of the room in a circular movement, almost like a ritual, always holding the bag and rotating around with it. Then I ask my boyfriend if he can bury that little pot in the garden but mark the spot as from those seeds a spell will grow and I might need to follow up on that.

I wake up on the couch feeling a little confused, ‘wow. That was a crazy hallucination’. A dream within a dream, very odd to fall into such a deep slumber after dinner without even realising that I was falling asleep.

‘Who’s that man? Who’s the boyfriend as I don’t own one’ what will grow from those seeds?’   

While I am writing this entry in the living room, I hear a noise in the corridor of something breaking.  My heart starts beating fast and it takes me a minute to react. Eventually I stand up and in the corridor lies a flower pot that fell from the shelf. I stare at it for a moment and finally lift it up and clean the soil from the carpet. 

I must have put it too close to the edge when I watered it, that is the only reasonable explanation I can find.