This still freaks me out: When I was young, I would have recurring dreams about witnessing a fire from my bedroom window. Then one day in early spring it actually happened. Thankfully no one was hurt. I think it was a barn or shed that caught fire. My view was obstructed by the house and trees. Long into the night the lights of the firetrucks were shining into my bedroom. I still don't know any more details about what happened that day, but I'm sure if there had been a tragedy, the community would have known. When I went into school the next day no one knew what I was talking about.
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