Thread title call back time. I dreamt that I had a much bigger garden with trees running down the middle leading to a stream. I must have just moved there as the garden was a bit undeveloped it looked like early spring. I was in the kitchen and potting some sprouting food scraps, (lettuce cores, potato peel basically things with roots on) and I noticed what seem to be a dead woodlouse. I dug it out and place her broken body on the work counter and felt very sad and guilty because it was possible that my scurrying around planting things might have resulted in her injury and death. A few of her legs began to move and I thought she might spring back into life but instead a hole appeared in her chest and another woodlouse crawled out then another and another. These were not baby woodlice but fully formed adults almost the same size as the body they had climbed out of. They all looked up at me from the kitchen counter but not in an accusatory way. I was filled with a sense of great joy and warmth as they twiddled their antennae at me. I love woodlice I wonder why I dream of them so often?