This morning I had a dream where a lot happened but a lot has happened today too that’s been emotionally and mentally draining so the bit of dream I can start at is where I’m sitting in the kitchen in the house I grew up in with a couple friends. I think Yvonne and Jorna, we were eating chicken talking about Costco and other stuff when I go outside in the yard. The gate door to the carport is facing west instead of south, and I had issues opening it due to some plastic or tape around it so I went through a hole in the side to see what was going on. After turning the corner I saw the clubhouse in the middle of the complex was on fire, some neighbors watched, some walked away. There was a fire crew but things seemed strangely calm. I didn’t see flames outside, just inside, and some smoke was coming from the top, but then I heard people screaming inside and that’s what freaked me out, and I ran away.
I went to my neighbors house and it was Karen’s (instead of Kim’s). I went to look for her and discovered Andrew was living there. He saw me through the crack of the door and ran inside. When I got in I asked someone standing at the counter if they knew where Karen was but they weren’t sure. I wanted to find him and confront him about how he screwed me over because I wanted to know why he did it. I also wanted to tell Karen what happened since she was in a similar position where he could fuck her over being her roommate. I walked down the hall and decided to start opening doors but couldn’t find him.
That fire really bothered me more than anything when I woke up. I mean it renewed some anger I have towards my former roommate, but the screaming and realizing people were burning to death was a terrible image/realization.