9.7.08

Tonight was a very odd dream.

The parts I remember are fragmented; first I was in a huge house what I think was supposed to be grandma and grandpa Atwell's house only on a huge scale.

I was on a couch with Shannon M. or Ruth S. I can't remember which but I think it was Shannon. We were holding hands and crying about something, I think about our lost loves or failures at it.

There was some point when we went to take our dog to the restroom, who could talk and sit and use the toilet apparently. Then some guy came in and started shitting really loudly and the sound went through the entire house.

We left the bathroom and went back to the couch, but on the way I went to the kitchen, which was a weird hallway like kitchen, long and narrow. There were stovetops but that was about it and I had my teapot going and some other things and had apparently forgotten to turn them off so they were burnt and blackened pots.

The walls were on fire and so was one of the hoods of the stove. I pulled the fire extinguisher down and started to try to put out the flames but it was small and the fires were spreading spontaneously all over the area. I heard someone upstairs pounding on the floor or a door, for help I assumed, but the stairwell leading up to the door was on fire and blocked. I had a sick feeling in my stomach that it was my grandma up in that room and there was nothing I could do so I ran to get all the other people out of the house.

I went back to the couch room area where there was no fire or smoke or any sign of panic at all and told them to get out of the house as it was on fire.

There was more to the dream, but I'm not able to recall the rest and some parts I think occurred after I had woken up and I just put them there so I won't write about those.