I dreamt of a fire. A great fire.  I was walking on cobbled pavement next to a huge building. It was a dormitory, I guess. The people who passed me were old. They were talking about a terrible disaster happened in the dormitory. The fire started in the basement and swallowed half of the building. So many young adult people burnt to death. Nobody knew something like this would ever happen. The adults were mourning their children. University students. The weather was mild. It was mid or late Spring. I could feel the mild wind caressing my skin. The building though, the part of it which was close to the…