This artwork was inspired by a drawing of my adolesence and a dream I had once. 

I had dreamt of myself sitting in the back seat of a limo, unable to see the driver or even stop the car. 

The car was driving endlessly through mountains and everytime it passed through a village or a town, the houses would burst in flames. I knew that had something to do with me but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Finally the car stopped and the door opened automatically. I got out and saw a temple, a huge church. Other cars were arriving there as well and men got out of their cars dressed up in suits. They seemed sad.

A man came to me and explained that there was a funeral going on. He took me in from the back door of the church, from the sacred chamber. I looked up at the ceiling and it was so high and bright that it was almost one with the sky.

In the middle of the church there was a coffin. In the coffin an old woman in a pink dress was sleeping or so it seemed. 

_You are her only relative_ the man told me. _Everything she owns is yours, but you have to go through those fires first to inherit her wealth..._

She seemed unbelievably rich but the flames underneath the churches entrance floor were terrifying. I got upset. I asked the man why couldn't I just get what was rightfully mine -since I was her only relative. 

_You have to go through fire to claim what is yours, otherwise what's yours will be destroyed by the same flames you refused to cross._

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I think I have told this story before, and maybe I wrote it more eloquently, but I have been inspired to paint this dream numerous times before, as I was today, and always feel the need to retell it.

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_For today's work I used my office art means, markers and pens._