I was at home with Sara and the chrilden, though the layout was more like Dad's house.

I went to wash my hands in the bathroom sink, and the drain caught fire. I grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher to put it out, but that caused the air to fill with this weird ashy mist, which made me all lightheaded. I had to get some fresh air and wash this stuff off my skin.

So I walked out through the living room, past Sara, who was sitting on the couch nursing the baby and talking on the phone (I didn't have the time or energy to try to get her attention at the moment), out the front door, down the ramp, and was headed towards the spigot so I could rinse off with the hose, but was already starting to pass out, so I laid down in the wet grass, instead. At which point someone was coming out the door to see what was up but all I could do was whisper "death."

The passing-out in the dream may have coincided with waking up in real life.

There was another dream later in the night that seemed almost as interesting as this one but that I forgot before getting around to writing it down. Maybe it had Fizz in it.