Nov 14, 2006 08:14
I dreamt that Mum and Dad were going to Niagara Falls, and brought me with them. (It wasn't Niagara Falls, it looked more like Picton.) They were asking where to stay so I told them where M and I stayed. We went to the room and there had been a massive fire/explosion. The walls were charred and actually falling away from the slats in some places. The furnaiture was all new looking: the owner had tried to cover it up. We called in the owner who pretended he didn't know what had happened. But we knew.