My diseased mother was in a house and there was a fire.
It was supposed to be my house, even though I didnt recognize it. I arrived and the house was burning. I could feel the heat and the fear that my mom would burn upstairs. I ran up the stairs but had no energy. I prayed that God give me the strength to run up the stairs. I finally ran up and my mom was sitting and crying. I ran to her and told her to come with me. I grabbed her and as we were running down the stairs, I woke up.