Last night, I had a dream that there was a spider web in my kitchen, and a frog was stuck in it. I had no idea how to help the poor thing, but I felt bad. I knew some spider would have a feast. The little frog was struggling and trying to get out. I finally asked someone to help me (one of those faceless nameless people that pop into my dreams from time to time) and he got the frog free. The frog jumped all around the house, and there was no catching it. Happy to be free, perhaps?
I hate dreams about fires. There was a big fire in my dream last night. Seems like there are big fires everywhere. My mom told me of the deadliest fire in Cleveland that happened over the weekend. Eight children and a mom died. Three of the kids were burned to a crisp. The really freaky part is that one of the moms of the deceased children was cooking something in her microwave (a few days afterwards). She went to touch the numbers and noted the display. Instead of numbers (or a clock), it said CHILD. She said they showed it on the news and everything. It’s legit. And scary.
Anything that has to do with fire freaks me out; always has. Especially dangerous house fires and the like. Funny that I can sit around a campfire or a bonfire and be somewhat okay, but anything larger than that, and I tend to get nervous and panic a bit.