I had this dream on Sept. 10 morning.

It’s dark outside. A man was playing with fire on a shrub bed. He needed the fire to cook some strange food. Two men came to warn him it was dangerous to set fire here. But the man didn’t listen and boasted that he had done it a lot of times.

Suddenly, wind began to blow. It was so big that in seconds the fire was out of control, even though the two men were helping on each side to put out the fire.

Suddenly, it began to rain heavily. The fire was extinguished by the rain easily. The man who set fire was shocked. He was crying in the rain and gave thanks to the God of heaven. He was even holding a small bowl which he used to cook strange food to hold some rain water.

Suddenly, it thundered loud from far. It was so powerful and fearful and seemed to get nearer. The man realized that he need to find a shelter. So he ran to a one-story row house and began to knock the door one by one, until he found a door was opened to him. He went in and hid inside.