Dreamt the fire was a living room and I was setting it on purpose

I'm walking through an old crew station, but every room is full of smoke and the couches are just piles of ash I recognize from home. The alarm goes off and I'm not scared—I'm just annoyed the eggs on the stove are going to burn. Woke up with that smell of diesel and coffee, and for a second I thought I had somewhere to be. Retirement makes ghosts out of the easiest mornings.