I was standing in the middle of the street at night and someone set me on fire, literally. Flames encompassed only my legs at first, then kept climbing further up my body. I raised my right arm, gave it a look as if I see it for the first time and wondered why burning does not hurt. Being swallowed up by flames felt liberating. During the dream, I was somehow certain that after the flames finish their job, I will be alive again. That I will burn, turn to ashes and come back to life like a phoenix.