We were outside. Each of us was dressed in excessive amounts of baggy clothing. We panicked. One of us grabbed a stone baluster for the railing of a railing at the side of the path and wrapped their arms and legs around it. The rest of us ran into a nearby house. We each grabbed something secure and stationary. A couple went into closets. Someone shouted to use a rope or chain to secure yourself. I grabbed a stairway baluster and gripped it for dear life. I saw someone, he was twice as tall as any of us. He was holding a fire car, a tin can with a strap handle. He was using it to sent small jets of flame out of its spout. I had to warn him. I couldn't let him get himself killed, even if it meant that I could be banished forever. I shouted in a child's voice, "Grab something! We're about to flip!" It was going to go from day to night and the world was about to flip over. Just then, my alarm clock went off, wakening me.