Last night, I dreamt that I was a firefighter. I put on the coat, but wore my cargo shorts. I drove a big red firetruck and arrived at an old terrace house. I could see the flames coming out from one of the windows at the third storey.
I grabbed a fire extinguisher and entered the house. There was this spiral staircase that led to the third storey.. So I climbed up the stairs and entered the room. The door was closed, but not locked. Surprisingly, the door knob wasn’t hot, so I opened the door and aimed the fire extinguisher into the room.
The cause of the fire was a short-circuit from a small electric fan. The fan was still working despite the fire and it was blowing all the flames towards me. I kept using the fire extinguisher but it was no use. After repeated attempts, I gave up and drove my fire truck back to the station.