Morning of May 16, 1971. Sunday.

It seems very late at night or very early in the morning, perhaps a couple hours before dawn. I am with my mother at my Elementary school in an area between buildings and near a corner. We are looking to the south. There is no one around but us. Somehow, I easily see a church about three blocks away (in reality, the school building would be blocking the view). I can just make out the belfry in the semidarkness. I am not sure why we are here; perhaps something to do with my school records.

Soon, a thicker bolt of lightning comes down from the right and strikes the church belfry, immediately causing it to go up in flames. My mother glares down an me as if I had something to do with it - her silent accusal increases the vividness of the dream a bit. I may have the power of pyrokinesis or some sort of ability to control lightning. (Although in afterthought, it could also be that the lightning strike was coincidental to my pyrokinetic “attack” but the entire event itself seems to have been controlled by me in a way.) I have no focus on actually having wanted to cause this event and the dream is extremely vivid but not lucid.

“It’s not my fault,” I insist, but I do not think anyone would believe me.

Many years later, I held the same mood with a similar scene in reality - in watching the movie “Firestarter” where she says “that’s not my fault” in the barn (relative to her pyrokinesis and about the same age as I am in this dream - my first tulpa creation attempt in-dream was in a barn and looking at the hayloft) and there were a few later dreams that had precise imagery and details from that movie years in advance that were far too detailed to be solely coincidental.