In my dream, I crossed the street to smell roses planted by my neighbor's mailbox. When I turned around, I saw that I had roses planted by my mailbox also.
My roses were low to the ground, covering it like dianthus. They looked lovely, peach-colored and covered with dew. I thought for just a moment "but roses don't grow on the ground!" but there they were, opening towards the sky like fragrant cabbages.
I ran to get my camera, the scent strong in my nose, and then I woke up.
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