A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I was in.. New Mexico I think… someplace out West… very dry, landscape was spotted with sagebrush, and dark green pinon. I was in a white nightgown, and was on the second story of a two story structure. There was an exterior stairway, made of wood, and a bitricketylooking used to get up into the second story. It was night. I was standing in an open doorway at the top of the stairs, looking out. It was very dark. Though I could make out pinon trees dotting out into the distance. I do not recall if I saw it start to fall, or if I went the doorway because I saw light in the window. Either way, I saw something burning, in millions of pieces raining down onto the arid landscape. I went down the stairs and run to the closest clump of whatever had fallen out of the sky. It looked black against the sandy soil.