I started my apartment on fire last night. Well, not completely, but I have this old simmering potpourri pot that I use to burn my essential oils in. It's the perfect time of year for Pumpkin Spice. Last night, I heard a popping sound several times, and when I finally looked over - the tealight had exploded. Gone was the little flame and there was this gigantic torch. I removed the top pot and attempted to extinguish the big flame, but blowing on it certainly didn't help. It set off the smoke detector, though.
I stopped the smoke detector and then had the brilliant idea of pouring a little bit of water into the tealight tin. Yeah. That wasn't such a great idea either. Big flame turned even bigger, but only for a moment. Luckily the thing wasn't near anything flammable, because flames shot out in every direction. Had I been closer, I would have been singed. Then it settled down to a small enough flame that I could blow it out, but it was pretty alarming for a bit there.
Also, had dreams about being on a passenger train. I don't remember much about it except there were guys who boarded the train and were searching it. Naturally, I hid. They looked like they were up to no good. I found a very, very tiny staircase and tried to go up it to another level of the train (?), and that's where they caught me. In the background El Zipilote Mojado played. They kept asking me where the child was, and I think I knew but I wouldn't tell them. That's about all I remember, though I have this feeling there was a lot more to it than that.
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