Well, that was odd.

Hawk had an exceedingly (yes, even for me) strange dream last night.

I was planting a field of corn by hand.

I was holding a handful of corn kernels, and as I walked between the plowed furrows of someone's (presumably my) piece of land, I dropped the seeds one by one into the furrows on my right side. After I finished walking down one line, I reached into a burlap bag of seeds sitting next to a red tractor to replenish my supply, then turned 180 degrees and walked back the other direction.

One of my fellow farmers in my dream told me that each row ought to have 300 plants. What's weird is that as I walked down the long furrow, the supply of seeds I had in my hand did not diminish--but they were magically all gone by the time I reached the burlap sack (Now, I suppose there were two of them--one on each end of the furrows).

Finished, I left the field. As I trudged away from the field toward my red farmhouse, I happened upon my TI-84 lying in the dirt, recognizable because of the orange smiley face sticker on the back.

"Oh," I said, rather shocked. I picked it up.