It was just a dream.

I am dozing in bed this morning, and now I'm pressed for time, but I just had this little dream, and I wanted to post it, since I think it's all about my embrace my passions/stay in my rut thing.

I'm in my basement, looking at this bundled pile of logs for my fire.  Suddenly, I smell smoke, and I see a yellow glow from within the pile.  I start blowing frantically at this apparent spontaneous combustion, trying to extinguish it (because, of course, I'm breathing out carbon dioxide), all the while wondering how this could be happening.  I snuff some of it out, but I can see that there's more there, and I keep trying to snuff it out, worried that it will rage out of control and burn my house down.

Then I woke up, and bored you all with it.