Tonight I dreamt of an old man, dressed in grey with a wide felt hat, who was tending a small vegetable garden like the ones typically kept by retired men.
He was using a tool that changed shape according to what he needed in that moment, but at every change it blinked a bit as if it wanted to return to its native shape of a spear.

Now I'm a bit worried for humanity's sake. :)

P.S. even more worryingly his usual associate wasn't around to be seen.