Dream Journal

Just as I became a policeman the other day, I became a fireman last night. We got a call and the other fireman showed me where the truck was. We arrived at the house that called and it belonged to Dan! He said the house was very hot, and showed us these strange dim green flames in the sink and ceiling of the bathroom whenever he turned off the light. We eventually found that there was a small potbelly heater on the second floor that was on full blast no matter what. We went to the basement next. The ground was dirt, crusted like the hot pools in Yellowstone. In the center was a little fire well flexing about. There was a strange cream cheese substance in all the pipes and one pipe spat some out from time to time. I went to Dan and gave him 4 choices: 1) call some psychics and healers to heal the house and send away the spirits, 2) call a heating man, 3) call a plumber, and 4) move out RIGHT NOW. I spent the night there. Jess was there too. At one point, I stood up in bed and demanded that all spirits leave this place.

Upon “waking” there I realized my room was horribly tilted and this liquified cream cheese was trickling out of the bathroom towards my room. I ran to the basement and the stairs going up were melted into a V-shape instead of the usual 45 degrees. I realized the middle of the house was sinking rapidly into an expanding steaming hole. So I gathered a few important things and took them out. I discerned the safe places to stand and found my way to safety (thanks to my swamp stomping skills) but Jess fell right in and disappeared completely. I rescued her once. Outside, I could see the whole house sinking, and soon it had sunk completely under, leaving just a mud pit surrounded by forest. A big crane rescued her Jess out of the mud again. Weird!