In my dream, I was probably ten years old and was walking home. I was only about 100 meters away, and about to enter the street where my house was.
A large military plane was flying overhead in circles. An unseen but nearby radio was broadcasting of engine failure. Something horrible was happening. Ahead of me, a fire suddenly broke out and quickly spread to block the nearer end of our street. I won’t be able to enter.
I ran to the next street, hoping to run along it towards the other end of our street and go around to reach our house. But when I reached the next street, the fire has already spread there.
I ran to the next street. And the next one, and the next. But the spreading fire beat me every time.
At that point, I woke up, distraught. I remembered the horrible atom bombing sequence in Barefoot Gen.