Another dream from last night… I’m in a house, and I’m… guarding, I suppose. My dog Willy is with me, and someone is in hiding upstairs. Someone is outside, and it’s pitch black. I feel around for a baseball bat that I know is nearby. I find it, and creep to the front door, which I pull open, and realize that the alarm system should have chirped, but it doesn’t. I go down the front stairs and suddenly it is bright. I look to the full moon and it appears to be fading in and out, although not from clouds or any reason I can find. I look back to the side of the house, and a man comes around, carrying a red plastic container and some piece of metal. He spots me and takes off. I chase him for half a block or so, then he stops and holds up the piece of metal, keeping me at bay. I try to hit him with the bat, but can’t make contact with anything but the metal. Then I realize that the red plastic container is a a gas can, as he starts to coat himself with gas. I redouble my efforts to hit away the piece of metal or even the can, now with the intent to save, not to injure. He drops the gas can and after one last swipe, the metal piece, as he reaches into his pocket for matches. I swipe desperately at his hand, and hit the matches out of his hand with a crunch, as he falls to the driveway of the suburban house we’re silently struggling in front of. Then he looks up at me and smiles, and from his other hand, he shows me a single match that he reaches down to the driveway to strike. I turn to run and see the miniscule spark of the match flaring, followed by an incendiary heat and shock wave as the gas can explodes and he is covered in flame…. and I awake.

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