The strange-looking liquid mass in the bottom middle was captioned "runoff from nickel mining." What I wanted was lava, 'cause there was a volcano in my dream. That's the closest I could find.
The fire thoughts have lingered for days, but guess what: collage (and art in general, of course) is therapeutic. Now that I've cut out and glued down all that fire, I feel cool as a cucumber. =smile=