Dream, 7 March 1994

I can't remember all of this dream, but it involved my old house on Pinecone Row and Tina's house, too. I remember entering Tina's empty house because I thought I was supposed to check messages, and I went in through the cellar, which they don't have like the one in my dream. I went upstairs to check the answering machine, I think, and I then I went to the front door. I was going to exit the house, but there was an armed burglar alarm and I didn't know or couldn't remember the combination. I hit the floor instinctively, and then I saw little beams of light start to sweep the room at different heights. Then I could see that the alarm had a screen, and there were frozen images of me on it.

I decided to go back out through the tiny cellar trap door, which wasn't covered by the alarm system for some reason. I saw someone coming and thought it was Tina, but it wasn't, so I kept out of sight. I was going to cross the cul-de-sac over to my house, but suddenly the actual placement of Tina's house was shifted next door to where the Bakers used to live.

I tried to go down between the two houses, but there was a big, black, mean dog on a rope who tried to bite me and jump on me. I threw something at it to distract it and went to the other side of the house. In their backyard were the hugest, most gorgeous flowers, especially the roses and petunias. As I looked at them I remembered my dad giving me some governmental reason why he couldn't have a garden like that.

I went over to my old house--there were two people with me whom I can't remember --and we stood in a sheltered alcove at the front door which isn't there in real life. We noticed that a house somewhere across the cul-de-sac was burning; then the flame leaped to the right to other houses, and then it washed over the front of my house. We'd have been burned if we hadn't been so close to the door. I went out to look and it seemed that part of the upper back floor had been melted.

The other two people came out, and then the flames started in on my house and another one, so I ran across the street, where there was suddenly a little store with some men brawling inside. I asked the man behind the counter for the phone and called 911, but I don't remember what happened after that. (I now remember that the earlier part of my dream had something to do with my old school, but that's all.)