Who the f**k is Becky Williams?

(Disclaimer: I do not know anyone named Becky Williams. This name appeared in a dream and does not reference any real person, living or dead.)

I had a dream recently that rattled me so much, I woke up thinking it actually happened. Only after a few minutes did I realise it was just a dream.

Dreams don’t give you an intro or an ending — you just get dropped into the middle of a scene and expected to keep up.

I was walking from my mum’s house when I heard loads of sirens. Like… too many. Layers of them.

Then a man literally fell in front of me on fire.
He didn’t get up, didn’t run, didn’t scream — just laid there burning away.

Dream-me was like, “Okay then,” because apparently this was normal.

There were fire engines everywhere, firefighters shouting like the world was ending, but dream-me just kept walking like I had places to be.

Then the woods near her house were on fire too. Not burning fast — more like the flames were breathing. Slow waves of orange climbing through the trees.

That’s when I saw the little wooden houses.

Birdhouse-sized, with a perfect circle cut out the front.
Inside every single one was a lit candle.

And all of them had the same carved name:

Becky Williams.

Some said “R.I.P. Becky Williams.”
Some said “Fight for Becky Williams.”

I don’t know who that is.
I’ve never met a Becky Williams in my life.
But in the dream everyone just… knew.
Except me. I felt left out.

Then the whole scene blinked — no warning — and suddenly I was on my city’s High Street.

The same candle houses everywhere, like some weird memorial I’d forgotten existed. People walking past them like nothing was strange.
Some were in shop windows, some just placed outside them.

I heard people whispering stuff like:

“Burn them to free Becky.”
“She can’t move on until we burn them all.”

Someone lit one, and the crowd reacted like they’d won the jackpot.
Cheers and applause filled the street.

I was still trying to figure out what was going on… and then I woke up.

No answers.
No explanations.
Just her name stuck in my head all day, making me think:

Who the f**k is Becky Williams?

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