May 5th, 2005

I am helping young kids escape a school that is on fire. I am trying to keep them calm. Then I spy some other kids using a fire hose. They are trying to hold the flames back till the firemen arrive. I go over to take over the fire hose, so they can escape. The hose is knotted and tangled. I untangle it. I take the fire hose, send away the kids, and begin to spray the fire. I can feel the heat across my face. I manage to put out the flames in the living room. I can not reach the side bedroom with the spray. I look to the front windows trying to figure out another way at the fire. The aquarium, which was the front window, cracks from the heat of the fire. A giant roaring wave flows through the house. I run away. I want to avoid being caught in the wave. The aquarium water put out the fire. I walk through the building to see the level of destruction firsthand. Only the concrete shell of the building remains. I see the principal walking towards me.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," I say.
"What do you mean," he says. "I have not lost so much. I have a lot remaining."
I leave the school and pass by an Italian restaurant in the school's playground. My family is eating in the outdoor cafe. I join them. Then the principal joins us. He's talking about all the ways he can rebuild the school. Lots of giant windows to let the light in he says. An Italian woman with a large sausage draped across her neck approaches the table. I assume she works at the restaurant.
"Vino," she asks.
The principal agrees and takes the wine bottle from the woman. He pours some onto the floor. I am amazed as the tiles on the floor regrow. Soon the floor looks brand new.
...the wine has the ability to regenerate...