In my dream, I was in my home, upstairs. As I unplugged some unidentified dream appliance from a wall socket, there was a distinct short within the wall -- I could hear (in my dream) the snapping sparks, I could feel the vibrating energy of the arcing, smell the ozone, and the the distinct wood-smouldering aroma as the fire kindled within the wall. In my dream I flew into a panic to gather up what little provisions and important items I could in the little time that I knew I had. In my dream I dashed down the hall to gather some unidentified dreamstuffs from (perhaps) the dream bathroom, and then back to the area where the fire had sparked -- there was now water gushing in torrents from OTHER walls -- walls with no plumbing in them -- and the hallways and upstairs bedrooms were now awash in water. In my dream, I could feel the soggy carpet and padding as I slogged back to the now-innundated bedroom where the fire had started. In my dream, in spite of the water gushing from some walls, the fire continued within its own walls -- a spreading charred blackness slowly consumed the wall spreading outward from the originating electrical socket. This was the only visual indication of the fire within. This and the acrid smell of burning wood. No flames. No smoke.
In my dream my house was burning... AND flooding. I spent the remainder of this dream in an absolute panic not for the safety of family and loved ones, and not in an effort to gather photos and treasured belonging. I was in a panic to contact someone -- brothers, sisters, some other family member or friend -- to come and dial 911 and coordinate with the responding firemen and whomever... because I WAS LATE FOR WORK! In my dream, my house was burning down (and flooding!!) and my concern was simply that I HAD TO GET TO WORK and this fire (and flood dammit -- don't forget the flood!) was making me late!!
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