Walking toward the window to get the bloodstone I'd put there about a month ago (I collect crystals). A large piece of rose quartz was on the windowsill enveloped in flames. I grabbed a glass of water which I threw over the quartz to put out the fire. When the water touched the flames there was nothing left of the crystal other than ash and in the ash were dry, dead looking, twigs. The twigs had fresh soft green plants growing from them absolutely covered in white four-petaled flowers.
In the next part of the dream I was trying determinedly to Google dream meanings because it was very important. I knew it had been a dream now, but I think I thought I was then awake.