Dream
I'm in Australia, driving with someone through the bush. We're driving on the right - though this doesn't seem strange to me, and is a significant fact only in hindsight, not in the dream-sequence. We drive over a hill and I catch sight of smoke behind us. The fire doesn't seem like a threat, it burns in only a small area. A voice in the back of my head wills it to grow - to become dangerous, to make things exciting. As we are ascending another hill, I see the fire more clearly; I watch as it begins to grow and leap in our direction - almost as if driven by a will - and within a few seconds it is leaping into the air in bright, almost white flames that are twice the height of any tree. I realise we have to hurry if we are going to outrun it - if it overtakes us, we're finished. I look ahead and spur on my driver - is it a woman or a man? - and suddenly, from atop the hill emerges another roaring fire, golden and black this time. Within a few seconds it is upon us. I give myself over to the idea of death without resistance, I think of February 7, of the people burning alive in seconds while making their escape, of people not even able to make it to their cars, of people being caught in the middle of their driveway. We are in the middle of it now and I feel the heat - this is the point in my dreams where I would wake, just a few moments after the idea of giving myself over completely to fate. But this time, we come out the other side. Briefly, I glimpse the sun - or rather the white becoming pale blue of the sky. In the back of my mind is the question of whether it is really over or if it's just beginning. I choose to wake up.
My housemates made an attempt at a confrontation last night. I was sitting there the whole time hoping it would escalate because only then would the truth be laid on the table. But the bets weren't high enough. Everyone is still holding their cards.
My housemates made an attempt at a confrontation last night. I was sitting there the whole time hoping it would escalate because only then would the truth be laid on the table. But the bets weren't high enough. Everyone is still holding their cards.