It's starts in a rather ordinary fashion of these sort of things. In the western sky, from a distance, I believe I am witnessing some of sort meteor show. Slowly I begin to realize that what I am witnessing is far too advanced and choreographed to be natural. Suddenly it hits me that this is no meteor show! WE ARE UNDER AERIAL ATTACK! It is like one of those physiological pictures tests when you have no idea what you are looking at until BOOM you see it all at once. What I saw was the faint outline of bomber planes engaged in a carpet-bombing maneuver I would guess about maybe 50 miles away. In this instance, my view of the world is much stronger than reality, whereas I can see far, far into the distance.

I am alone, watching from an upstairs window, in the house of my parents from the bedroom I occupy during visits. I make some sort of comment what is going on to my family and they seem very disinterested and blow me off.

After sometime I begin to see the evidence of the destruction created coming closer and closer to where I am. Suddenly, a firebomb engulfs the dense forest within 20 – 30 miles of me.

Part two: I am either taking the dog out or bringing her back in. As the dog is running through the door I look up and notice that there are many houses around me that have been damaged by the bombing and are now engulfed in flames. No people are around with the exception of two “ememies” who were setting the houses that were not on fire on fire. As they came up to my house I screamed As-Salaam-Alaikum! The men look up, surprised that I am there and also surprised that I am greeting them in this way. As they approach I put out my hand, offer it them and call them brother. The men are so taken back that they don’t burn down my house and leave the area immediately. Around me, there is destruction and desertion and I am alone, in this big house, which still stands, unharmed. I am not upset. I feel resolved and at peace, but still alone.