Some dream about some world

I had a dream last night where earthly fires were apparently portals to another world. The land was a rocky baron desert with a dark red hue. An occasional fire would spark for who knows what reason. The sky was clear and starlit. I’m not even sure if there was any such thing as day, so it was an eternal night. Whatever streams and lakes were also very clear.

I remember associating this world with the concept of creativity. It was something like a painters canvas; a blank slate with all the necessary tools.

In the dream, I’d periodically go between this world and ours. I don’t know what I was doing, but I was bringing people with me.

Could be your own little space in the astral as that place is pretty much associated with creativity and the imagination a blank canvas that the projector paints or an ever changing mesh that suits the practitioner in the moment.