I began sitting in an auditorium discussing religious sects. Then I was going around cleaning apartments. Finally, I wound up at my childhood home, sitting outside with Father. I don't know what we were watching to start out with, but a fire swept across the hill behind the house. As the sun sunk behind the hill, the fire raged larger until the bright orange flames rose high over the silhouettes of the tall trees. Then a fireball exploded and a tall cedar fell down very near to us. I flinched to the left and pulled Father with me, but we were not close enough for the tree to hit us.
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