I had a dream about garlic. It had sprouted, but kind of funny. The shoots needed trellises. The rigging was made of layers of strings laced real low to the ground horizontally between poles on either end of the rows. I then had weave the garlic through the string like it was one of those grass placemats you'd expect to see for sale in the Keys.
Even before I woke up I knew it was a dream. I knew not because of the trelleses or the funny sprouts; I knew because we had only planted the cloves a little less than two weeks ago.