I don't really remember any dreams now, but used to have a fantastic recurring one when I was a kid.
We lived in a house at the end of a cul-de-sac and my bedroom was in the front of the house, so had a view of all the other houses down the road.
In the dream I'm standing looking out of my bedroom window and my house is on fire around me. I'm not getting hurt at all, it's just on fire!
As I look down the street all the other houses catch fire too. The the fronts of all the other houses open up like those old victorian doll's houses and I can see all the insides burning too. Including the people. It's like the fronts of the houses have turned to glass because nobody can get out of their house that way.
They are all burning to death in tortuous agony, but I'm still standing in my own burning house untouched by the flames.
The really weird thing is there's no sound. No screaming, no crackling, nothing.
And I wasn't scared either, not during the dream or on waking up... just kind of detatched, watching it all with faint interest. It was all very vivid then and I can still remember it perfectly now.
The really
really wierd thing was that shortly after the dreams stopped, some disturbed kid (younger brother of a girl I went to school with) shoved lit newspaper through out letter box and badly burned our hallway before the firebrigade turned up.
Apparently he'd picked our house because you could almost get from the public footpath at the back to the front door with out being seen (except from the last little stretch) and if he'd done it anywhere else he'd have been caught doing it.
(He owned up to it a couple of days after the incident).
My bedroom was directly above the front door.
I wonder if I'll just snap one day and set fire to the world!
