This dream is a bit sketchy. It came to me that way...
In my dream, I am standing in the house Deb and I owned for several decades -- that would be 419 W. Union Street in West Chester. It was built in the very early 20th century and we were both very fond of it.
I'm simply standing in the house as several people are moving about. It turns out that my older brother Richard has a plan to burn the house down. He's been trying to convince our mother that it would be a good idea, as there would be a financial benefit after the fire is done its work. Mom is not convinced, but has decided not to interfere with Richard's plans as he is probably right. Typical of her.
At one point, Richard slows down his moving around to explain to me how this plan will work. He talks rapidly, and there's a certain logic to what he says, but I recognize several assumptions he's made in his analysis that are unlikely to work or be true. But if Mom (and other family members?) are not going to interfere, I realize that there's nothing I can do.
The fire starts in the upper part of the house. And I think "Well, at least the fire will take some time to burn down to the lower levels, so the actual inferno won't be as large -- at any given time -- as it might have been if he had started it on the ground floor or basement."
Somewhere along the way, I realize that most all of my belongings are still in the house and will be completely destroyed in the blaze. I'm highly distressed about this. Richard's plan is about the house and it doesn't include my stuff. I move around to try and collect my most precious (emotionally, not financially) items but only come across a couple members of the Zoo Gang. And those I pick up.
Even though I thought the fire had started in the upper parts of the house, at one point, I see smoke rising lazily through the boards of the flooring into a room that isn't on fire yet.
As the indications appear that the fire is growing, I think/hope that Richard may be right. But I find it highly unlikely.
