Journeyman

I am in the Yucatan I feel . It is Caribbean . It is evening after sunset . The ocean is close by , and the waves crashing on the beach are heard throughout the dream . Five or six people from the area I am , and I , are outside a one room house made of clay and reeds , with a roof of reed and grass . We enter . A man , in pants but no shirt , holds a branch that has leaves on it . He strikes the brown earthen wall . The branch bursts into brilliant flame , but it is intact , it is not consumed by the fire. He does this several more times . I say to him "Give it to me " . I strike the wall - no flame - I do it again and again - no flame . The man just looks at me . He motions for me to give him the branch . He then strikes the wall , and bright flame again appears . He looks at me , and his eyes say " See , I am the one who can make the flame " . The others ooh and aah , because the fire is not ordinary fire , it is alive with spirit . The dream ends .