That was the theme of what I was dreaming about last night. There was this pins and needles feeling, like at any moment I could be forced to flee. The wind was raging, and I was in a house located on a steep hill. I looked outside and saw a little orange spot ignite, which quickly turned out to be the whole hillside.
There was one other person in the house with me, and I screamed at them that we needed to leave. That I had to fumble with the gate lock at such an inopportune moment only added to the panic. It seemed that I could run but not escape.
Later, I was in a much more residential type area, but the threat remained. I was with a larger group of people, but when the fire ripped through the neighborhood, within a few seconds I found myself alone.
Once again, it was the wind that seemingly made everything combust in a matter of minutes. I must have made it to some other safe ground because I never got to the point where the fire "got" me. But it was so close that I had to flee through it at times.
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