I keep have a vivid recurring dream. The circumstances vary in every instance, but generally follows like this:
I'm in large building/mansion that seems to have been made in the early 1800s. I'm looking for a woman I must save, she's a fiance for another man I know (I know him in the dream, but doesn't exist in real life). I say "save", because the building is on fire and is rapidly being consumed. On my way to find her, I come to a dead-end hallway with 6 doors, 3 on the left, 3 on the right. Each have a single bed-ridden occupant that seem aware of the fact they're in danger, but also relaxed about it. I try to rescue and talk sense into them, but they don't wish to be saved, they'd rather die in the fire and tell me I'm running out of time and to save myself.
I always find the woman on the very top floor. When I finally find her, she quickly dies from the fire. When I make it outside her fiance is waiting, and I dread what I have to tell him. I tell him I couldn't save her, and he goes off to commit suicide. I had this dream again last night. In that version, there was a zombie apocalypse and the mansion had butlers with French accents and exaggerated megaphones for heads. They welcomed me in at first, but later started shooting me.
Every time I wake from this dream it takes me a few minutes to process none of it was real, because it feels like what I went through actually happened.