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The wife was less than happy when she came to bed: I had sweated the sheets damp. I was less than happy, too: I had sweated the sheets due to a nightmare about a vegetable garden revolting and planting me, harvesting, and re-planting me constantly.

It's hard to not make this sound like an Attack of the Killer Tomatoes spoof, especially when I can't remember many of the details. But it really was a disturbing bad dream.

What I'm reading: Brandon Sanderson, Legion