I'm in a garden, pulling weeds. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I stand up and turn around. There is a bush looking at me. It's about the size and shape of a penguin. It doesn't have eyes but I can tell it's looking at me. It's waiting for a response from me but I just keep looking at it. I think it wants to play. After a minute or two, it slowly walks away like a penguin again, it's branches forming something like feet. It walks a short distance and then plops down on the ground becoming a normal bush again. Later on in the dream, I'm telling someone about the bush. I said that it was called a "Protea".

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