This is the dream that I had the other night:
I dreamed that I lived in a white house with a porch all around the outside, like porches used to be.
It was winter outside and snow was flying, as it so often is in my dreams (in my dreams, it is almost always cold and snowy).
I was playing with my parrot, Abe, and I saw a light from outside the window. It looked like firelight, so I ran out to inspect.
There was a huge stag standing in front of the porch. His breath turned to vapor in the frigid air, and he had enormous antlers.
His antlers were on fire. The flame illuminated the night and the snow around him.
He was not burning up, not dying. It was just that his antlers were on fire. Like the Holy Ghost, the Spirit of God, whom I do not believe in, but whom I recognize as a religious trope. I know how fire is presented in the Bible.
I cautiously approached him (I have never killed a deer, but the men in my family have, and I know how to dress one). I felt that he wanted to speak to me.
Then I woke up.
P.S. These fucking dreams, fucking dreams I hate them, that is all