It's difficult to say what really happened or when exactly it happened. It was nighttime. I think it was winter. I was walking down a residential street in a part of the city I did not know, or maybe I was on the porch of an old 70's style house. There was a lot of snow on the ground and it was fresh but tracks had been worn in the sidewalk so it was easy to pass. The house next to me was on fire and I could see the flames growing in the upstairs window. I called 911 but there was no answer, I called again and when someone did answer I had forgotten how to make words when I found them, I had forgotten how to read and could not tell the operator where the house was. A girl came from the burning house and screamed at me to get off the phone. That she did not want help to come.
Later I was inside the burning house but there was no fire. My cats were with me and we became separated. There were many people in the house and I could feel how much the girl who yelled at me hated me. I went to leave but I could not find either of my cats, or my bag that held my wallet and my doll Bridget. The girl had stolen them. I found one of the cats, Alistair, and I took him home. I went back later to find Miles and implored the angry girl to return him to me, that I had done nothing wrong. Somewhere John Barrowman was eating sushi he knew the girl and the house and he told me that I had too much to drink and was to blame.
I think I got my stuff back but I'm not sure.
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Later I was in Whitby visiting my parents and I decided to take the bus west to meet Lauren in Oshawa even though it was the wrong direction. There was a lot of wind when I got off the bus and I crossed a bridge that ran over a highway I began to see a thin and tall funnel cloud form. It tried to pull me in but I escaped to a large and empty plaza. From inside Value Village I could see many funnel clouds forming. They were dark grey and made out of fibre-fill. You could pull the smaller ones out of the air and hold onto them like cotton candy stuffed animals.
