Another Nightmare- "Fires of Hell"

I had a dream that actually made me wake up startled, on edge and slightly teary last night. It was horrible.

There was a native land conflict about my father's property. I was standing by my childhood climbing tree, a big Manitoba Maple in a large stretch of property that we call our 'park' because of the number of big beautiful trees that my dad and I value highly.

As in many of my dreams a newscaster began reporting out of nowhere. The reporter announced that land debate was becoming heated and the native community was predicted to take radical action. A fire was being threatened.

At that moment a tree line that borders our property and a connecting forest spontaneously ignited. The flames were instantly monstrous and roaring. Worried I stood at my tree hoping that somehow the flames wouldn't reach our home, but a moment after the thought had pasted the very tree I stood next to ignited! The whole thing was engulfed in flames, it was horrifying. All the trees were on fire, I ran down to the patio where other people stood. I yelled to them "the trees are on fire!! Get the hose!! Get the hose!!". No one did anything they just stared at the blazing hell that was once our lovely, peaceful, green park. I picked up the hose, turned the tap but no water would come out. Someone told me that the water was cut off, that's why no one was doing anything.

I started shouting "Why us!?! We haven't done anything to deserve this! Why us!??". I fell to the ground sobbing and began rocking back and forth curled up a ball wailing.

When the fire had gone out everything was burnt; the rose bushes, the Oaks, the Maples.. everything was black and ruined.

My dad appeared, the keeper of all the trees. He has always been the one who has loved those trees with all his being, they are like his children. I've often thought of his spirit roaming throughout the trees when he has passed checking up on them. He has such a strong love for his land.

He stood there, picked up the hose, let it fall down limply to the ground again. "What happened? Why didn't anyone do anything to stop this.." he asked. "The hose was broken" the people on the patio said, I was still curled up on the ground, tears in my eyes.

He was heartbroken no doubt, but he didn't cry, or yell or do anything. And that's when I woke up.

When I got up from bed I was shaky. Dad had just gotten back from the bar and I told him the dream. I felt like I was going to start crying I was so startled. He laughed so hard at the absurdity of it all. Then so did I :), I love him so much. He's such a comfort.

Overall a very memorable dream..
Likely fueled by this picture that I encountered while browsing online yesterday afternoon. This a fire in California.. can you imagine.. :( Now this would be a real life nightmare my friend :(