Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
Fire & Ice There were a couple purposeful fires in my backyard. I do burn at home. Instead of logs, there was a structure of wood beams approximately 12" x 12" x 12' long. There were two beams standing up and one resting on top. The flame was intense and rolling. I told someone to watch the other fire while I watched the big one. The fire was too big, but there was nothing else to catch fire, so it was OK, but I needed to be able to douse it with water if it got out of control. I looked away. When I looked back, there was ice in the middle of the top beam. ~ Fighting my Brother My brother and I do not speak iwl. I threw a pine cone at my brother. He threw it back at me, but I caught it, or it hit my jacket and fell into my hands. I threw it back at my brother worried that this time I would miss. I threw it and hit him again. ~ I was fighting my brother again. I was ready to beat his ass. I knew by a false memory that he had already won the last fight we had, but I was ready to go again. I was wearing a leather jacket. It was zipped up. I took it off as I would take off a t-shirt, and I was ready to go. I threw a few punches and the dream was over.