Mom was living with me in my guest bedroom due to an illness. It was early in the morning and I was just leaving my house when I happened to look up and noticed a lot of lazy smoke drifting from the south of my house near the roof.
I was in one of these freeze dreams where the more frantic you become to hurry, the slower you move. As I rushed inside at a snail's pace to call the fire department and rescue my mom, two pickup trucks pulled up into my back yard to tell me my house was on fire.
I managed to get inside and open the door to the guest bedroom. There was a small fan on the headboard of mom's bed, which to first glance looked to be blowing out smoke. I then realized it was only a humidifier and carried her out of the house.
After calling the fire department, I went outside to drive to the fire station, only to find that there was a mound of dirt blocking the end of my driveway, and my Cougar could not make it over. Trying anyway, the Cougar became stuck and I tried enlisting the help of passersby to tow my car off the mound of dirt.
As that was happening, one of our engines arrived, with two rookie firemen, so I was forced to move my car to make room to position the engine, as well as instruct them how to operate the pump.
While we were priming the pumps, I realized that my house was messy inside, and was embarassed to think of everyone seeing it, therefore, the fire died out and there was no need to go in and put it out.