Sometimes images from dreams remain strong, and a couple of images keep coming up for me from last night’s dream: bricks and fire.
To start off, I was living in an old brick townhouse connected to a long building. I had a couple of floors and roof access. I would go out on the roof to chill, look at the moon, all that stuff.
I had what looked like a square-shaped wood stove that was burning a nice, warm, steady fire, with the door open.
At one point, in the morning, I saw on the TV that there was a big fire in a tallish building, but it looked like it was under control and fire fighters were there and everything.
At another point, I was soaking roof tiles for my mom and neighbors so that they would be ok when something bad happened. [No idea where that came from.] A couple of the tiles came loose, but none fell.
Later, it was dark and I went on the roof with a glass of wine to relax and I saw this big brick building a few blocks away burning. It was beautiful in the dark, watching the flames. I watched for awhile, assuming that fire fighters were taking care of it. I went inside for something and when I came back out, the fire was worse.
I was suddenly terrified that the fire was going to jump out and take down other buildings.
I ran out into the street, trying to get help, but no one else seemed to see the fire, or care about it. One person thought it was the same fire from the morning. I was confused, how could the fire be raging that long and still seem fresh?
I ran back into my place.
When I went back in, the wood stove was in a different place, and there was no fire. I opened the door on it, and at first glance, it looked like wood was laid in place, ready to light, and I was relieved. Then I realized that there were also leaves and cobwebs and maybe even a mouse in the stove (something moved, impression of a tail).
I started cursing and pulling the wood out so I could clean it and get the fire going again.
I don’t know if I actually lit that fire, though.
I was out on the roof again, watching the other building burn, thinking that it was going to be completely gutted, but hoping the bricks would still be standing because it was a gorgeous building. I still couldn’t believe that no one was helping to put it out, but I wasn’t scared it was going to spread any more, I was just exhausted.
So, some of the symbolism is blindingly obvious (wood stove = hearth/home; fire can warm or destroy, etc)
Some of it, though, not so obvious.
I still keep getting close up images of the bricks on both buildings (slightly different colors), as if the fact that they are bricks was important.