Jack, Jordan and I were walking downhill, down a town street. It was the town we lived in. The town looked like a European town where the buildings were older and brick and were right on the edge of the street. You would have expected to see coblestone streets. There were apartments and houses aligning the street. We came down one street, and the house on our right was on fire. There were fire trucks all around it so we hurried on by. The firefighters struggled to put it out.
As we walked the streets, we noticed that all of the buildings on our right were on fire. People were up in the balconies on the left side of the street, appearing to be trapped. Many buildings burned with no firefighters. Something massive had happened.
We turned around to go back home. I had called Laura, who was at work, and I told her to come home. I felt that something global was going on. Water flowed down the streets from the firefighters.
We got home, and I tried to turn on the TV. It was a warped picture. I called Laura again to come home from work.
I went upstairs, and Jack came into the room and got me and took me downstairs to our dining room. He had pulled back a big air vent from the side of the wall, and white smoke was pouring out. I went to the basement and saw sparks and flames coming up. We were on fire. It was like the fire spread through a city-wide air duct system. I got the kids out and remembered getting our safe and key valuables out and putting them in my Jeep. We moved the packed car out to the street where it was safe.
I woke up.