January 4, 2014 Dream

A group of 3(?) men (broad shoulders) are burning my home (by throwing torches or something). It's nighttime but not pitch black. Inside on the second floor, I notice that my home's gazebo is on fire. The ground underneath me is red, burning away and just about to collapse. I run in my room, and my sister and I grab essentials. After I quickly change into warmer clothes (I was previously wearing shorts), I grab my phone, red blankie, etc. I don't know where my computer is, though, so I can't find my jumpdrive (which is always attached to my cpu). Even though I'm worried about that, I find the rest of my family. My older brother hands me my jump drive, and we all exit our house to see the outsides licked with flames. After staring at the outside for a while, we head off to some place to find shelter. KA is there, along with a group of other people. It's a typical room with several light brown wooden benches in two columns facing the front slightly lifted stage. Light pale, almost white brown floors and walls. I talk with some people and mention that my house was burnt down, but no one pays attention to me, and I think something along the lines of, Come on, guys. My house was BURNT DOWN! Why aren't you offering sympathy or something? At least act surprised.