Morning of March 4, 2015. Wednesday.

I am seemingly in two different places over time, neither very familiar. One area seems to represent a small island. The other area represents a mostly unpopulated rural area. There are two occasions where there is a circle of fire which grows a bit bigger, but also seems to travel at times (while remaining a smaller circle). Somehow the fire is made up of six smaller fires, or rather “fire animals”. There are two wolves, two eagles, and two opossums. I am vaguely aware that the presence may be some sort of spiritual gift, but realistically, it is possibly from just being too warm during sleep. There is, however, a sense of balance and vindication.