I dreamt I was in a burning house in the kitchen. The flames didn’t scare me and I could still see. The flames seemed to be constant not actually destroying anything just simply on the objects moving like flames do but none of the destruction with it but all the beauty. I was on my knees with a knife chasing and killing cockroaches that where on the floor. I can only remember seeing 3 of them. I killed the first two with the knife. The last one I lost in the next room. As I went to go into the next room I woke up.