I woke up and then fell back asleep and dreamed about a lamp that we going to explode. It was one of those standing lamps in the corner and turned on the switch from the door, it started buzzing and I went to check on it and the smaller lamp nearby that wasn’t on for some reason, the bigger one got louder and then started to smoke and I ran over to turn off the switch but the panel was different and I turned everything off and it didn’t change anything so I ran back and was trying to unplug it from the outlet and had to trace the cable because there were multiple outlets in a row built into the wall and unplugged what should have been the lamp but it was still on and I was like jfc and unplugged the next cable that seemed right and then rolled across the bed (it was super low, I think it was just a mattress and box spring on the floor) and crawled on the floor towards the door expecting it to explode and catch on fire and ignite everything in there.
And right before that I was in the bathroom removing a towel from my head and hanging it up and my hair was curled beautifully, how tf did we go from here to danger lamps and fiery death?