Dream Tales

I was on a case with Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings. We'd been to several different places in the course of the investigation and throughout the day each one of those places had been set on fire.

Sitting in a car and driving through the countryside we passed by a pub that had burned to the ground and, with a great sense of urgency, made haste to the last place we had visited: a place that seemed to be a mix of a club, school and camp ground.

It was full of children, so we were relieved to see it was still standing. We had just agreed to split up and search for any signs of an iminent fire when my alarm went off and I woke up.