Terror attack

Date: 10/2/2018

The little family I remain in touch with were in danger. I think I heard on the news on the radio that an explosion had happened on my block on house or nearby but it had definitely affected our house, I knew it in my gut. I don't remember who was with me or who drove me there but I insisted to them that they drive me home so I could have a chance to save my mum. Also I think there was a lot of driving involved despite only being situated in a car just two streets away. When I got there, the door was locked but I knew that my mum, cat and man were in danger (despite my nan living in a care home in reality,) because the metal where the lock is was burning hot and scolded me a little. I managed to get in and was grating at mum to get the heck out. She was fixated on the fact that nan had gone delirious from the heat and had had a great deal of clothing removed and shouting at the window. My animals seemed okay but I was also pressing at mum to save the cat who seemed perfectly fine on the sofa. I think I picked up my cat but not the fish tank and eventually convinced mum to get out and run before another explosion. The dream ended I think when we were forced to the ground by the wave of the next explosion.