Kitchen Fire

Jaume Fuster i Claris

14 Apr 2025 — 1 min read

This is a very short one.

It starts with me waking up inside of my dream, on my bed. I start hearing flames, so I think that maybe my mom is cooking something. The flames get louder and louder. There is a point that the flames get so loud that I want to cover my ears from the noise. I start panicking and I rush to the kitchen, it's fully covered in flames and my mom is inside asking for help.

I wake up in real life, to my shock I also hear the crazy loud flame noises in real life, so I rush to the kitchen in a panic. My mom is there, she asks me why I am so aggitated while continuing cooking whatever she was cooking.

The flame noise was the gas stove fire.
I don't know why they were so loud for me at the time.

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