I lived in the attic of my parents old home on and off. As a teenager I had 2 occassions where insistant dreams full of alarms and flashing lights woke me up. Once I went walk-about and found my baby brother had a pillow that had fallen against a space heater and was beginning to smoulder. The other time it was a new sister-in-law who hung a towel in front of a seldom-used electric wall heater with a built in fan that she had accidently turned on. That too was beginning to smoulder. In each instance I soaked the offending object and left it in a pool of water in the bathtub, and went back to bed.
As a young adult I woke to a humming noise that rapidly came closer, very quickly and very loudly, and the sound exploded directly overhead knocking me out of my bed and onto the floor. I have absolutely no idea what the hell that was.
There are some memorable awakenings involving my Lady, and TLC, but I tuck those happy memories in my reverie place and smile quietly to myself
