Okay dream readers this one has me stumped.
Corn.
This is one part, like a chapter or scene, in another one of my novelistic dreams. The other parts I understand well enough.
Just not the corn or corn cobs fire.
See smoke in a cornfield and try to tell the owner. No one will listen to me. He is too busy getting married (to me?!) and the preacher (or the marryer ) says I'm being dramatic and hysterical and it's probably all my fault anyway.
All during the ceremony I'm looking at the tendril of smoke in the corn field getting thicker and blacker, and I finally break away as soon as I can and pump! Yes an old style pump right in the kitchen! A plastic milk Jug full of water and go running the the ()getting bigger and darker() fire yelling at people to call for help, or come and help. But when I get there the fire is on ONE EAR of corn only, burning around and around one tier at a time. I pour the water on it and the fire fizzles out and what remains of that ear is what looks like a stalk of ragweed.
The men who chasede ate getting ready to blast me for the dramatics over such a small thing but I start on them first, waving the ragweed at them saying things like
This is what happens when you don't listen
Look at your crop! It's turning to weed! Pay attention!
Listen to me!This is the second dream this week about people not listening and also about me going off on people who aren't listening.
Not sure where that's coming from, or why, but the message is pretty self explanatory.
But corn?
Can't think of any metaphoric significance to corn in my EveryDay.
(I noticed ragweed in ditchlines while driving yesterday, so I sort-of get that visual)
Corn is good, is yellow, is big deal to local farms that had a hard time planting because of extended spring rains.
Corn is mushy melodrama or farcical comedy, or campy silly stuff.
Corn meal, corn bread, yum.
Corn rhymes with porn or mourn or born. Forlorn.
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