[Joely]

I'm going through one of those phases where I have six or seven really vivid, powerful dreams every night. This one is from last night and really struck me.

What I can recall of it was that my house was on fire. This wasn't the apartment I live in now, nor any home I've ever owned or rented, but a very tall townhouse-like terraced house. The fire was spreading from the roof down, and rather slowly, making it possible to get a lot of things out of the lower part of the house before they were consumed.

The interesting thing was I wasn't bothered. Somebody else was there - I have no idea who - and they would suggest that I should go and get this or that from the house, but I really didn't mind at all. Neither of us were remotely worried about the fire, or the house, or the outcome. It felt, oddly, as though it was 'right' that this was happening. I do remember at one point going into the house and taking a small picture, a piece of art, basically, but it had flames jumping out of the top so I left it. There was no fear involved, just a sense of calm.

I wondered if it reflected the radical changes that are about to happen in my life, and the radical changes that have taken place in me over the past few weeks. Although at the moment I'm in an ebb phase, where there's nothing going on and all I can do is wait for the next thing, I've done a great deal of work on me and the things that hold me back. I'm still not quite adjusted to this new sense of being and thinking - it's like upgrading the OS on your computer and discovering all these new things that it does much more easily than before.