The “fog” that happens when we wake up ripped most of my dreams away from me last night. It was a very restless night of sleep so I’m not surprised I don’t remember them very well. But I do remember an impression of one. I know it was a conflict dream and there was some sort of bag guy. We managed to set him on fire but he lived and I remember vividly how he looked after. It must have been after he healed. His skin was tight and lots of scarring as you would expect from a burn victim. It was so vivid and realistic. He was more dangerous after our minor victory with the fire. I woke up in the middle of this one and couldn’t quite push through the fog to grab all the details. I wish I could remember more.