Fire Dreaming

I'm in a fire station, one of those new ones that look more like office blocks. Say, Bukit Batok Fire Station. RJC is located in this building (ie it's a school, not a fire station) and it's about 2004. We're going about our normal school day when the school catches fire, from the parapets to the ceilings. Some Rafflesians escape by climbing over the school fence (post-dream note: ha! how typical!) into the surrounding fields. Me, I'm just standing there, talking to someone as the fire spreads down the false ceilings and classrooms. Rafflesians are still everywhere, picking up books, picking up desks (What? Yes. The kinds we had for exams in the hall). There's a girl on the sixth or so floor walking towards the spot where there once used to be a parapet. She's crying and slowly she just walks straight off it. Everyone stops and screams, the kind of anguish the school felt that Friday morning in 2003. At the ground floor where the corpse is splattered, councillors - I see Lindy's face - are recovering the body and all the other matter. There is a sense that students are jumping because they're trapped by the fire so all the councillors keep looking up hoping they wont get squashed by another jumper. Immediately I tell the person I'm speaking to that I'm going to that part of the sixth floor to stop people from jumping. On the way there, I meet Alina who tells me that, oh, it's not a surprise that girl committed suicide. Apparently she had a huge acne problem and thought falling from height was a better solution to it than burning her face off.