Fire!
“Fire!” The cry spread through the rooms of the wooden cabin like, well, wildfire. The children quickly threw their things in their duffel bags and exited the building to board the buses waiting outside. The last four – the owner, another driver, a woman, and a teen – went through the cabin room by room, from the side farthest from the fire, checking drawers to be sure they were empty. Finishing with the girls’ rooms, they moved into the boys’ wing, which was one large room, and checked the armoire there, then moved into the lounge at the end nearest the fire, which was in a storage area just beyond. The fire was apparently fairly large, but had not yet encroached on the lounge, so the four of them rested on the couches and watched the television for a few minutes, then, as the fire began to show at the corners, headed out to the bus.
As the bus exited the parking lot onto the road, the driver noticed a small green car approaching on the wrong side of the road, so he veered into the left lane to avoid it, only to be greeted by irritated honking from the small car. Exasperated, the driver rolled his eyes and continued, moving back into his proper lane. A few moments later, the bus drove through a large branch that had apparently fallen from a tree, resulting in smaller branches breaking off and becoming stuck in the grille. He pulled off the road when he found a large enough place and examined the damage, concluding that the bus would be fine. He pulled out one of the smaller branches and tossed it into the bus, where it landed on a box.
The woman looked at the box where the branch landed, and noticed there was clothing inside. She lifted out one small sweater that looked oddly familiar, and realized that the garment had belonged to her, when she had attended there 30 years earlier – it had been her favorite sweater at the time. She showed it to her companions, relating her story.
Then I woke up.
What a bizarre dream! I wish I could remember mine well enough to relate them the next day.