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I am in an old house on the second floor. The second floor is on fire. My sister, Molly, and my brother, Dan, are there. Molly climbs out a window on the second floor and gets onto the roof that angles down to the top of the first floor. The roof has chunks of ice all over it. She slides down it ok, however. Dan follows her.

I am with a few others (3?) maybe a woman and two men. I do not know them in the dream or in waking life. The fire then goes out. I am sitting with these others around a table (still on the second floor). I tell them, I read about this house being completely destroyed by fire and we need to leave.

2. Hooking Snakes. There are three snakes. Two are dead. And the third one isn’t. All of them are hanging above my head. The snake that is alive has his head away from me and his tail is close. He is medium sized and long. His design is similar to a garter snake without any yellow. Paul is standing behind me and I ask him to help me hook him.

I am not sure why I am hooking them. Maybe to move them some place?

I shared the Burning House Dream with my sister, Chris, my city’s dream group and Kathleen and Shaney. Here are some ideas/thoughts:

The old house could represent my hopes and dreams related to being a part of Kevin and Antonia’s life/family, playing my role of a beloved grandma. It also could represent an old complex-my rejection complex that is now destroyed. Lastly, it could represent the victim, rescuer, prosecutor triangle that I am no longer going to be a part of with Kevin and Antonia. It also can represent my anger that has helped with destroying the dysfunctional relationship Kevin, Antonia and I have had.

Molly could represent the practical, no nonsense part of me that knows to get out. Dan could represent my inner counselor and he also knows to get out. (of the relationship with Kevin and Antonia). The ice could represent a healing like how I am using it now on my knee.

The three, naive people in the house could be parts of myself that want to explore more, figure out what happened, etc. However, my higher Self knows that it is time to let the old structure burn to the ground and I get them to come with me, cross the street and watch it happen.

The timing is unusual. I know the building will burn to the ground. I don’t know if that means there is more to come-that something more will be destroyed or it is just “dream time”.

I also don’t know if something will “rise from the ashes” or not. I did not cause the blaze. And I do not know if there will be a new structure built in the old house’s place.

I am a teacher at a school. I work with a 10 year old boy on Math. It has something to do with multiplication. I make columns and put problems in them. He turns the paper sideways and works on the problems that way which makes more sense.

I go to my classroom. Alg was around and has decorated the room with all kinds of festive decorations. There is a young woman in the classroom. I tell her I don’t get into putting up decorations, but I love what Alg has done.

There is a delivery of these small teapots and a creamer and sugar bowl. The teapots look like the teapot I have in Green Valley-Japanese style. I decide to have a tea party. I set the table with the teapots and creamer and sugar bowl. I am disorganized. I start to go back and forth to get hot water. There isn’t enough teapots. A young man comes who reminds me of Ted M. when he was young. He brings a few kids from his class. I feel frustrated.

As I am waking up or right before I woke up, I get the tea party all organized and ready before people come. I feel good.

I am with Paul and Kelsi. We are traveling to a state part,. When we get there is starts to pour rain. I am holding a small dog. I decide to put her back in the car with the cat. I say, “It is pouring too hard”. I can see these black clouds in the distance. Paul says the park closes at 4:00 and it is getting close to that now.

Next scene: Kelsi and I are with a group of friends of hers. Kelsi writes a note to Paul on this tablet and adds pictures. Then I try to write to Paul, but I cannot get Kelsi’s pictures off of the tablet. I am frustrated and overwhelmed and start to cry. Dad comes over and tries to give me some pizza. I get up and leave. I am very emotional.

Daynotes: I was thinking about writing an email to Kevin to apologize for my anger/emotions when we talked last. And to call when he is ready to talk. I asked if this is what I should do. I think the dream is saying not yet!