Why would they burn it all?

Sometimes I wonder how much what we read can affect our dreams.

What should I do? I'm in front of this burning house, actually rows of burning houses, and people are looting things left right and center, so I double check to make sure I still have my wallet. People are scrambling to get their things out and I am watching as people are getting robbed. I realize I'm in Moscow, and something is hitting the fan, the city is burning, and I'm still waiting for Napoleon. I feel completely out of place, I think I stand out like a sore thumb in the crowd. The people that should be keeping peace are creating chaos, purposely, while the subjects are docile and can't seem to grasp the language barrier. I know every language, and feel pretty good about it. Yet I don't utilize my skills and help out. I am being pulled by a great big horse that has this oldschool yoke on made of dark redwood (for some reason I remember it as a yoke from the Old Testament, yeah, REALLY OLD). I know that I am taken to a big function, but I am not sure of how it will turn out. Somehow i realize that this is all deja vu and that I have been there before, but I look in my passport, and I don't even have a single Russian stamp! I am bewildered and scream at my captor, the horse does not respond. I am stopped at a border patrol and they don't believe I am being taken against my wishes, they seem to communicate with the horse. I am dragged now past the gates, and the guard gives me a rum and coke with a lime. I look back and in mere seconds I'm miles from the city, and there is a great light coming from the city. The sky is lit from the city's glow and all I feel is gloom, sadness and regret. I can not stop smelling earl grey tea and thinking of her.