When I was 7
I had this weird dream one night about the Rugby Club in Easterside, Middlesbrough being on fire. I couldn't wait to get to school to see if I'd imagined it, and told my teacher, and my friends. You could see it from the classroom window as it was on the other side of the field. My teacher showed me it and assured me it was in tact and not on fire.

A week after that I came into school and all my mates were looking out of that window. When I looked out, there was the rugby club, burning away. Exactly like I'd pictured it in my dreams.

I've not had a dream like that since, but my mother was called, who assured the teachers that I was home that night and got a lift into school on the morning!
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 21:10, 1 reply)

Easily explained:
pyromaniac sleepwalking.
(Orkran Mild Euphoria Ensues, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 13:26, closed)