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the all-encompassing egg
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I dreamt about two weeks ago that I was still living in my parent's old home, the one we lived in during my late teens. I remember looking out of my bedroom window, which looked out on the backyard, and seeing a strange sort of mound that had never been there before. A few days passed and the mound began to grow and grow. I went out to look at it and there was snow on top! It was probably 6 feet tall or so. It was hot, and somehow I knew it was a volcano's top poking out of the ground. For some reason I kept going about my usual business, but with a new kind of anxiety, I knew the volcano was going to blow. Soon it got hotter and hotter and grew a bit more. I remember our house got hot from the radiating heat. Soon my family and I knew there was not much we could do and hardly any time left, we needed to leave! I remember gathering up as much stuff as I could, all the important things: pictures, keep-sakes, my cameras. I remember leaving on the truck but then knowing I had to go back because my partner's grandma forgot our laptop with all the pictures on it! (Always and forever a geek, that's me!) So I went back to get it, nervouse and anxious and a little shakey and sweaty from the heat. I remember going into the house and it was like a dry sauna. Some of the less stable fabrics had melted or were smoking. I remember the rubber on my shoes got softer, to the point that it left thin rubber shoe prints on the beige carpet. I got away safe but shaken. I remember city blocks and riding away in the truck with random people from my town all getting away in the same direction. Very strange.