I dreamed that I was visiting a large house, where a friend would be joining me, and there I also met my sister. Before long, it was apparent that there were problems in this house. It was a very large mansion, seeming to have many balconies and levels.

The house was on fire. The surrounding landscape was burning. There was no escape. We began to panic, running around, looking through windows for a way to escape, but it was obvious that there was nowhere to go.

I could not find my little dog. I went into a small passageway, which led further into the center, the cooler interior of the house, leading down, down.

My dog greeted me, and I swept her up into my arms. We went further into the interior of the house, to a very large level on the ground floor, perhaps even lower. A lot of people were gathered there.

We were taking care of each other. Until the end, whenever it might be. I was intensely focused on my little dog, who had taken on the appearance of a small newborn puppy. I realized that I would do whatever possible to keep her happy and alive for however long it was possible.

We all knew it was the end. The house was burning down.

But we had found a place to be together. A haven, no matter how perilous. We were intensely alive.

I woke up.

Yes, I do. I think there was this message -- there is always a place of refuge, and it is inside of us. It is not anywhere outside of us, but who we are.