A few nights ago, I dreamt that the FBI came to my apartment complex to question the residents about something – I am not sure what anymore. Once they finished questioning everyone, two of them, wearing Joker-like masks, pulled out flamethrowers and started burning the apartment buildings. My first thought was to check on my mom who lived in the back of the complex. When my fiancé and I ran back to her building, she was standing by her car, drugged out of her mind. I asked her where her cats where, and she had no idea, so we had to run into her apartment and round up her cats. Then we had to run back to our apartment to round up ours.