I dreamed, not for the first time, either, that this apartment building was on fire, while we had been out. It was the neighbouring unit that was the culprit, and it seemed that the fire didn't spread to our unit, but we were allowed to walk through our place, after the fire was put out, and our unit had been severely affected, anyway. There were black spots on the walls attached to the neighbour's. Our floors were stripped to the bare boards, which were lose and weak. The space was empty. The most remarkable thing, though, was the amount of heat in our place. No smoke, but the heat was surprising. We were obviously never going to live there again. But, where was the bunny? The bunny in her cage! I assumed the worst, and started screaming in horror. My greatest worry for her is that she would die because of something like this, trapped in her cage, unable to run, hide, or save herself. Because, that's such a terrible thing for me to imagine, and it'd be our fault, because she's helpless in her cage that WE'VE put her in.
So, I kept screaming and screaming, until I saw on some desk or table in the corner, that her cage had been moved there. Inside, she was moving! Even in such heat, she survived, when nothing else did.
I hate these fire dreams. I've never been victim to one, but I wouldn't be surprised if it actually happened to this old building.