October 11th, 2004

running, bomb tech

Sleep and dreams

Dreamed that somehow there was some search and rescue/recovery police operation from Vegas hanging out around here.

Also, the sound of helicopters in the waking world translates to the sound of small motorized items beating intermittently against plastic in the dream world.
sad, greensad

Fire & doom

Well, now I know what the sirens and helecopting were about. When I went out to go to work, the street was blocked off and there were fire trucks about.

When I came home and started in on the laundry, I noticed a burned smell. I ran into a chick, who explained that the guy in the apartment below hers had been on oxygen, and something had gone wrong. She had been in the shower, and had heard a pop like someone slamming a car door. She thought nothing of it for a bit. Then she got out of the shower, and she saw smoke on the balcony. She grabbed a robe and bailed next door to get someone to help grab her ferret. When they came back 2 seconds later, there was fire on the balcony, and they decided against going in to rescue the ferret. This decision doomed the ferret, but possibly saved their lives.

From what she said, the apartments are utterly gutted -- there are beams left of the floor and ceiling, but nothing else.

The Red Cross is putting her up and helping her replace her stuff.


Scary.

I'll see what we have spare around the apartment that she might be in need of.