Last night

I dreamed that everything was on fire. I was in a place like Venice, with water in places where you’d expect grass. There were dolphins, and I think that’s how it got started: Steph told me that if I called the dolphins over to me, using some kind of tool maybe, it would start a fire. Somehow I knew that I had done this before, and that things would happen exactly the same way if I did it again (Harry Potter time-travel style—it was the same event that I could see twice). It was bright sunset light, and I did whatever this thing was that called a dolphin. I played with the dolphin for a few minutes, and I was sitting on a wide stone staircase with a bunch of other people.

My sister decided she wanted to get a soda from the store across the street, but before she got there, it lit on fire. The fire was starting to spread, and my dad was yelling at me, but I couldn’t hear him. My sister and a bunch of people that we had been sitting with—a bunch of butchy lesbians—got up to start fighting the fire. I knew already that it would end just fine, and this girl April I know would come out telling stories about how she had literally chucked balls of flaming charcoal or something into the water with her bare hands. I wasn’t worried, but I wanted to help. I waded across the street to the outside of the store and started taking things from people inside that the store owner wanted to save: board games and food and stuff.

At one point I walked away to throw something in the trash, and ran into a girl I went to elementary school with. Her name was Kristen and she had long dark hair. She wanted to know why I wasn’t worried, since my sister was in there fighting the fire, but I couldn’t explain that I had seen this event before. So I walked away and continued carrying things for people.

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I guess I could interpret this to mean that I know that everything is crazy right now, and some things are unstable, but that I'm also aware that I can get through it. and that I know my strengths?