I have been feeling pissed off by an email about my teaching (or lack of). Last night I dreamed there was a burning building, perhaps a church. I was rescuing people, although this does seem out of character. I was shouting orders. There was a huge iron cross outside the building and the heat had turned it red hot. The cross fell on me. I screamed with pain, even though it was quickly pulled off me. Somehow it fell on me again. Oh the pain.
I awoke in my bed, but in a confused state.