It is a dark, starless night on a windy plain covered by green grass. My group of people come out from a pit leading into a cave beneath the ground. "We need to get some food", a man says and everyone agrees. "Who'll go hunting?" another one asks. Most want to go, for some reason I don't speak at all.
Everyone has some sort of a source of light, a torch, a lamp, a candle, the night is very dark. The entrance to the cave is covered by candles and someone lights those that get diminshed in the wind. The people are ready to go when one of the guards, a man wearing jeans and a t-shirt calls out, "lights in the distance!"
"You think it's a wagon?", someone asks. "Nay," the guard replies, "it's neither a torch nor a lamp. It's just....fire. And it's moving in the air."
Everyone turns to face the shimmering line of fire moving in the air and once the fire is close enough it starts to form a picture in the air.
The fire draws a huge Star of David and just when the Star is completed...
[...my cell phone rings right below my pillow and I wake up.]
