Burning. Devouring. Endless hunger and greed. I was fire. Apocryphal and monstrous, like some dragon out of a fairy tale, only worse. Everything I touched was destroyed, reduced to ashes in moment. I could see though, I saw places I knew, people I loved, but the hunger was too strong to make me turn aside and I destroyed them as well.
I remember heat, but no pain. And phrases running through my mind, "I'm burning" and "I am fire". That, coupled with a sense of raw power under no control that I could sense, woke me.
I was hot. My skin was burning; but strangest of all, my husband lying beside me was clammy and cold.
The worst part is that I remember enjoying what I was doing, enjoying that power even if it was the power of destruction.
The only way I can describe it is intense, real and horrible. I don't know if it was a vision of things to come or some half-buried memory.
That was only the first night though. The second night I dreamed of fire again, with the same intensity and color to i, but there was no heat. Now sense of reality making it horrible.
Last night? Last night was worse somehow. No fire touched my dreams but instead the grave enclosed me. I sank down into the earth, and with the smell of it in my nostrils became the earth.
I felt living things growing from me, gave birth to millions of plants and trees. Felt the pain as man scratched the surface of my skin to build roads and houses, some even mining deep inside me for precious metals and gems. I felt the horrible, rending pain of an earthquake, of thousands of living things dying.
It was as if I could feel every part of my surface at once, and all the time I was conscious of the weight of the earth pressing down on me. Changing me. Shaping me. Reforming every part of me until I could not have moved if I wanted to.

Each time I have dreamed these dreams,(and I have dreamed them several times)disaster has followed. The death of my grandfather. The end of a relationship. The list goes on, but I don't wish to bore you. I live in fear of these warnings. My experience has taught me to be wary of them. Dreams are powerful. More powerful than most would give them credit for.

So, what do you dream?

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