Posted by In the dream we were running. The forest around us was in flames that chased us as we ran. Our only path, itself, was nearly burned. We dodged falling branches as a fire tornado sucked up leaves and earth and sent it all up the funnel of flame. We were terrified.
Down the path we found a village in the middle of packing up to leave. I was served a drink. I flicked my fingers and the glass flew horizontally across almost thirty feet, flying robotically, as if attached to an invisible rail, before shattering another man’s glass. He thought it broke on it’s own.
Feeling shame for my actions, I offered to sweep it up. I took special care to get every sparkling shard of glass, as we were all barefoot.