written by Victoria Maya
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    I dreamt that I hit a rock on the ground with my fist and it ignited into fire.
    1/29/2005

    I crouched down and pounded my fist upon a rock in the desert,
    and the rock combusted into flames.
    I saw the fire coming from underneath the rock.
    I lifted the burning rock and someone told me to put it back on the fire.
    So I placed the burning rock back down on the ground.
    The fire did not burn me nor did the flaming rock.
    The fire glowed with a bright red and orange flame.
    I observed with enjoyment as the rock burned until it was obliterated,
    leaving nothing behind but ashes.

    I felt empowered when I awoke.

© 2005