House on Fire

This one was a weird one. Well, I suppose no weirder than normal, but the feeling that the dream left me with was strange.



There was a house, a huge house. Almost a mansion type house. Downstairs, there was a room that had an open wall, like an inside/outside garden. The kitchen was behind that, and outside the house, there was a long driveway that led to it, and another road that led out to who knows where. It was a beautiful house.

It was a beautiful scene.

But the house held every heartache and heartbreak I have ever known.

So I burned it down. I poured gasoline all along the floors and John and I stood outside and watched it burn.