Michael

Woody must have been burning trash during the night.  When I got up to go to the bathroom I could smell it in the house even with the windows closed.  Phew!

When I went back to sleep I dreamed of Michael.  I had a force field that protected me, but only the authentic parts of my being and my body.  The rest were exposed.  Michael explained that it was time to burn off all the things I was carring around that were not part of my authentic self.  Michael took a deep breath and blew dragon fire on me.  My force field protected the authentic me but the rest, was burned up.  There was chard stuff around me and there were crispy places on my body.  He did this three times.  The dream stopped there.

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