The beating of a butterfly's wings awoke him into a fiery daze. The world around him was shimmering with reds, yellows, and golds, surrounding him as if he himself were ablaze. Tossing his head and flaring his nostrils, he ran aimlessly, blinded by the light. Blooming flowers followed him tracks as he ran, licking at his hooves and tail, making him fight. One succeed in catching his hoof, ripping away as he fell. The golden light was blinding, but as he lay looking at the gilded flowers bloom in a patch around him, he saw the true nature of them; to bloom into light, into energy, into heat...
First naming dream. =/