The Tibetan Book of.....FIRE!

I was dreaming once again to my my nocturnal subliminal programming book, the Tibetan Book of the Dead and having my usual success of the book penetrating my consciousness with its non-dual philosophy. I had to wake up several times to pee, but each time I settled back into some dream in which this soundtrack made its presence felt.

In one of the dreams, I was a guest at someone's house and the whole "unity of all things" theme was seeping into the dinner conversation and pretty much every word out of anyone's mouth had some kind of direct quote from the book in it. We were all very passionately trying to explain our beliefs to one another, not really catching the fact that we were all basically saying the same thing.

The final scene was a familiar one. I was in the bedroom with Sharon. She was disabled, bedridden as usual. I was listening to the audiobook on her old familiar Braille and Talking Book Library mp3 player, which looks like an old school tape player except that it accepts thumb drives instead of tapes. I was about to go to sleep just as I had many times, with the player playing into headphones. 

I had to get up in the dream, as I did in real life and when I did I went to investigate a smell that was making me very nervous. Smoke. I went to the front door and opened it. I couldn't see across the front yard, so thick was the cloud of smoke billowing from down the neighbor's driveway. I was slowly processing this emergency situation, not wanting to make the obvious connection. Where there's smoke there's...

"FIRE!!!" I screamed.

I ran around in a couple of tight circles on the front porch, scanning for the source of the smoke. I spotted it right away. A giant patch of bright orange flame penetrated the fog-like haze. It was coming from the bottom of my neighbor's driveway directly down from my house. It was an intense blaze having the luminosity to shine through the darkness of the smoke. 

I felt for wind and noticed it was picking up and coming from the exact direction of the smoke and flames. Not good, not good. I ran back in to get the phone but not before noticing my neighbor's front fence erupting in flames.

"911, what is your emergency?" 

I could barely hear the black lady's voice on the phone because that damned player kept preaching on and on about the realms of existence, karma and intermediary states that occur after death. Damn that Book of the Dead. It was going to get me killed if I didn't kill it first. 

I ran to find the player to shut it off. I finally succeeded in quieting it down, though it was still not silent. I apologized to the 911 operator and finally managed to get her my information. She wanted to know if it was ok to video me.

"I don't have a cellular phone," I explained to her. "Well, I do, but I don't. It's just a wifi device. Can you somehow hack into it?" 

I wasn't thinking clearly, so I didn't have any of the usual workarounds in mind. Anyway, I was calling from my landline, so I couldn't figure out how this was going to work. I was more concerned with how I was going to evacuate Sharon, as this was shaping up to be a repeat of the 2017 fire. 

It turned out that the operator was just trying to give me something to do to distract me until the firefighters showed up. The next thing I heard was the sound of fire hoses wetting down my house with their high pressure rainstorm.

I opened the front door and thanked them as the fire and smoke settled into a steaming memory. It was going to be OK. They had arrived and staved off the fire's imminent threat. They would remain on site in case of a flare up. I was still trying to figure out how to turn off that annoying player so we could enjoy a minute without being droned on to about the afterlife, but I don't think I ever did. In fact, it is still droning on right now.