This is what it sounds like, when fireman cry
I dreamt that I lived on the one-hundred and twenty-third floor of the Sears Tower. (Note that there is only 110 stories and the 103rd is the observatory/skydeck.) I had a really kick ass loft with sleek furniture and half a dozen easels filled with some of my art I had been working on. The outside wall was constructed solely of glass and there was a window seat that ran along the entire length of it and there was an eave that ran along the top of the window that has some fancy modern track lighting. It was the ridiculously placed track lighting that caused the problem. Shortly after I had turned the lights on there was sparks that eventually ignited into a small fire. I called the fire department and then decided to flee the building before the fire got out of control. I started my way down through other people's apartments and even through some stores descending one floor at a time. I ended up wading through an apartment that was knee high with personal stuff. I kept falling through trap doors into other rooms filled knee high with junk until eventually i dropped down through the ceiling and landed a huge oak table in a room that was hosting a secret FBI meeting. I quickly fled out of the room now with FBI agents on my tail because of anything I might have heard. I ended up in a designer purse store named Cero's where I proceeded to tell the owner that I needed to escape and get out of the building a soon as possible. She directed me to a manual elevator that consisted of a circular stone platform to stand on surrounded in red brick. To me it mostly resembled a smaller version of a mining elevator. There was a phone that hung down and a small light bulb. Even though I was on my way down, I still feared having not getting out of the building just yet and called 911 to let them know that i was there and trying to get out. After I hung up a purse hit my head. I looked up and just then another purse hit my head. I realized that the fire must have reached Cero's and the owner was now throwing her valuable purses down the elevator shaft hoping to save them. After a few minutes the purses and myself got dumped out on the sidewalk at the bottom of the building. Immediately people started looting and taking the purses and I fled the scene. About a month later I decided to go back to my lofty apartment. The first thing I noticed was that all of my belongings were in the hallway with prices on them and there were people looking over my things and a couple with some of my stuff under their arms. I was a little surprised but I wasn't overly upset. I walked into my apartment and was amazed at how incredible it looked. There were a couple designers hanging around taking care of some last minute details. They had redid the color and style and everything was in bright red and chrome, I loved how it looked and went over to the head guy over by the windows to thank him. We talked for a little bit and I noticed that they had put up new track lighting but then I heard something. It sounded like it was someone crying, there was some whimpering as well and it was coming from more then one person, but where was it coming from? I asked the designer and he told me that they hadn't quite gotten the fire out just yet and that there were a couple fireman still working on it and that sound was them crying because they were so afraid of being up that high. I went back to the window and listened some more... then I woke up.
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