Journeys through Spacetime

I see a blotch of orange obscure part of my vision. It moves around. I pay no attention to it. I realize I am dreaming spontaneously. I walk to the window and ask the dream, "If you could make a rule that everyone must obey what would it be?" I wait eagerly. It replies, "I'll tell you tomorrow." I suddenly focus on the orange blotch. It burns everything it touches to fire on my street. Soon my street is a burning mess. I feel no emotion.