A dream:
There’s a super-intelligent mushroom growing in our fridge. Scientists didn’t believe it was possible. Wren would read and write in the kitchen, but secretly she was teaching it because she knew it could hear us. It’s in a sealed Tupperware, but it’s growing fast and starting to burst out. I’m trying to go to someone for help and keep the Tupperware closed, because I know how dangerous it could be if the super-intelligent mushroom is released to the world. The lid is now bulging.
The lid blows off. The mushroom mostly looks like sourdough starter. It is expanding rapidly. I try to wrangle the sticky mess and press on. The only person who can help lives in an old Victorian house. The beige mushroom goop escapes my grip. I wack it with a shovel. It breaks into pieces, but continues growing. It’s as if it’s made out of foam. I wish I had done a better job of sealing it off. I should have duct-taped the fridge shut.