must be the night

I had a terrible dream the other night. it woke me up around 3:30 and i forced my eyes to stay open. when that failed, i tried to get my mind to think of other things instead of what just happened in my mind. i think i fell asleep for an hour before my alarm went off. then i had that heavy sleep, like i didn't sleep well. oh wait, i didn't. so what was that terrible dream?
there's a girl i don't like back in ohio. in the dream, she convinced my brother to catch my bedroom on fire. this bedroom is of the house i grew up in. i was there when he does it. he sets fire to the bedsheets, which just lingers in one spot. i convince him to put out the fire. i told him i don't want my room to burn (who wouldn't!) and that i liked my bed (it's a canapy) and everything in my room. so the fire is out, however i can't sleep becuase i'm afraid she will look in the window to see if he succeeded on the fire. she never comes. but i hear somebody shoveling outside, yet there's no snow. so i go into work the next day, which is here in CO. she comes in because she works in the same department. don't ask. so i get up when i hear her come in and start yelling at her. i ask her why she would want to do such a thing and that i hate her and how cruel and rude she is. and then i tell her that it didn't happen. then she so casually (which makes me want to hit her) says, "that's alright. i've taken care of it along with some other houses.' she gives a little smirk and sits down. i run out of the office, and all of a sudden it's night. the guy (don't know if it's my brother or my husband, but i'm close to him) drives me to a house. it's a ranch. sure enough, the entire inside is empty and the colored walls are smeared with smoke. she wasn't lying. i run to the back yard, which is covered in snow and start to run towards my mom's house (that little growing up house has changed to this) and i ask the guy how far our house is from here and he said a couple blocks, so we run back to the car and head that way. i force myself awake. i just don't want to see my mom's house burnt by this evil person i had to work with every day.
That's my horrible dream. i was afraid to go back to sleep and pick up where i left off. i just didn't want to go there. but the other burnt house is still a vivid picture in my mind. and the look on her face while i yelled at her haunts me. it was so cold and uncaring, almost errie! ok, it was errie. i no longer have my orange mist (OJ and sierra mist) before i go to bed. just in case that was the cause of that terrible, horrible, awful dream.