I had this dream earlier in the month:
I was walking in my childhood hometown with a whole bunch of people, including my parents and some children. We were across the street from my childhood home and I saw that the whole front of it had been torn away and was charred. My bedroom was visible and there was a man in it. He was crazed and he was shuffling around, threatening to burn down the house.
I ran across the street, because I could see some of my family’s old things in the bedroom. I climbed a ladder to my bedroom where the front of the house was missing and grabbed a huge stack of long and wide papers, like from a child’s drawing pad.
The man was angry that I had taken the papers, but mostly he was just crazed. He said he had to burn the house down. I got the papers out of the house and returned to the group. All of the papers were little doodles and artworks my sister had made in school when she was very small (my sister is 5.5 years younger than me and has referred to me as her "first mom". I took care of her when our mother couldn't or wouldn't.)
The group was across the street at my childhood school and there was a huge statue of a man in the middle of the playground/parking lot. His jaw opened and he looked angry. He started pounding his fists on the ground. The area around the statue had a tiled floor. One of the tiles flipped with a girl on top of it, pulling her under the ground and killing her.
I was somewhere (maybe in a school) and I went into this little room and there was a huge bathroom with an arctic theme. Lots of snow and ice were everywhere, but it was made out of concrete like old amusement park decorations. Everything was open and there were a bunch of girls in there going to the bathroom and showering in front of each other. They seemed happy, but I thought it was weird and I felt awkward.