A large meeting or confluence of people in the desert, debating whether the UFOs are real.
Every encounter is pervaded with suspicion of alien infiltration.
I move among the crowd trying to understand what is going on. I arrive at a concert hall with a male friend. Assistants are just removing a tarp from the front rows of seats, and we go down and across just in front of the stage. I am out by a river dock paved in elegant stone, grassy hills across the water and in the distance the churches and far buildings of a magnificent old city. I feel overflowing joy and gratitude to have found the city still there as it was when I last saw it.