I had this dream last week, it puzzled me, I decided to share it for any possible insight.
There was a fire in the backyard of a friend's house I was at. I don't remember how I got there, this was where my dream awareness began. His father and several people were standing around the backyard. The fire came from the ground: it was a sunken patch of bare earth that looked dark and rich (as opposed to dry and barren), and the flames would come from it, in a way similar to flames rising from a stovetop. This was the only place where there was fire. I remember feeling the heat from it. It did not spread, it remained concentrated on one area of the yard, but I was still apprehensive about the possibility of it spreading (to the house). We all stood around it, watching this fire, until it was evening. Then I noticed a pipeline coming from a tank nearby that was positioned somewhere near above the fire (not exactly above it, but close by). I was told it was a gas line. I think that because I began to anticipate danger, I created the gas line above it. I walked around the fire, feeling the heat from it, examining it, while everyone continued gawking at it. I remember passing a corner of the yard, and noticing a black cat sitting in that corner to my left. My impression was that the cat is feminine. It was facing me, but I couldn't see its eyes, they looked half closed maybe. It looked very mysterious, sitting up by itself on the ground, and its position and countenance reminded me of an owl. Even though it sat quietly in the corner and didn't move, the mysterious nature of the cat is one of the most vivid memories I have, though I looked at it for maybe a couple seconds, not paying too much attention to it (my focus was on the fire). I eventually got tired of all this waiting around and ran towards a pipe in the washing room of the house, calling my friend to come with me so I could fill a couple buckets to carry out to the flames. I ran with the bucket in my hand to the flame and threw the water into it, the friend threw water into it right after me at the other side. It was mostly out now, but wispy streams of flames still came up. I went to fill up some more while the friend's father climbed into the earthy patch where the flame was to pat it out with something (I don't remember what). It finally went out, and then I woke up.
The whole dream I felt like it was my responsibility to out the fire, it was as if everyone stood around, not knowing whether to perceive danger or what.