And another nightmare, two nights ago. On a side note, last night I flew a lot, I had a lot of massive landscapes in the shape of my parent's kitchen, and I distinctly and strongly smelled pine scent... first time I've noticed smelling something specific.
Ok, so nightmare. A fire truck raced down the street, toward me, going north. I hated the noise, and felt some dread. I then looked up behind it and realized there was another fire, just like the one across the street in August. Even though that truck was leaving the scene, there were many others still there, just like before. The flames were huge, realistic, just how I remember them that night of the arson. But this time it was in four buildings instead of one, and two of them were much taller, meaning it was worse for the people up high. The hallways were all purposely set on fire, so no one could get out, just like in real life. People were climbing down poles on the sides of the buildings, they were jumping out, they were sticking their heads out the windows waiting for help, just like in real life. And the other two buildings were across the street, probably one or two stories tall, but flames just as big. I ran out in the dark in the bad neighborhood, but everyone was out, so it wasn't too dangerous. We stood around watching the flames, just like in real life. Unlike real life though, where I hoped no one would die, believed in possible, and then of course people died, this time in the dream I knew people would die, partly because the buildings were too tall to jump out of and partly because I already knew how the story ends. I had the same helpless feeling, standing there, ready to run and help, and knowing there was nothing I could do, my body twitching to do something, and yet... just standing there, resigned.
I woke myself up, before remembering I was trying not to do that.
