I dreamed the cucumbers were apologising

I'm standing in the greenhouse at night, and the cucumber vines are all reaching toward me, each one holding out a tiny green apology written on its skin. I say, 'I thought you'd betrayed me,' and the vines just rustle, 'we were only thirsty.' Then the whole bed turns to compost while I'm still watching, and I'm not sad about it. Woke up with dirt under my nails that wasn't there.