Writing Contest . . .

I was in a house with a lot of my cousins.  Writer's Digest was holding a writing contest, as they usually do, and I was trying to enter it.  There was something about the story, or I needed to find a story I had one and had to find it but filling out the entry form was becoming trying for some reason.  I know at one point I THOUGHT I was on a couch but it seemed whatever I was sitting on had a motor and wheels, and on its own started burning out and smoking.  I told the girl with me help me off help me off!  And I jumped up and it was just sitting there smoking and I could SMELL burnt rubber and electric and I briefly thought they'd accuse me of doing something to it, it wasn't my home we were in.  I finally made myself wake up as the dream was becoming strange and uncomfortable.

Explosion . . .

So I'm working at an office and I think my boss is leaving or something, it's nighttime and things are normal.  I get off early for some reason and like, I come back to work apparently I work nights, it's nighttime again and a train is passing by the building and before it gets there it explodes like crazy.  I'm amazed and all but just really glad to get off work early.  I am talking to someone in the dream about it on the phone I think.  Weird.