There is a structure in the middle of a field. It looks like a walled city surrounded in fog out in the field. I saw several people coming and going from its gates, each one going about their business. The walls of the structure were very unusual. They were made of ordinary stones, not one of the stones had been cut and they were all different sizes. None of the stones had the same shape and they all looked no different than any stone one might see laying around on the ground.
The unusual thing about these stones is that they were all fit together with such incredible perfection that the structure was perfectly immovable. In fact as I watched, the earth started to quake and when the people felt it they ran to the building and stood inside it. There nothing moved, not even the ground.
As I watched these people standing inside, waiting for the tremor to subside, the city’s walls began to burn. The flames were not feeding on the building though and nobody seemed to care that the walls were on fire. When the quake was over, the people returned to their moving in and out of the building without noticing the flames.
Then a fire truck showed up even though nobody had called one, and began to battle the flames. The people inside all started to notice the flames, worry and then fled the building. As the fire truck went to work on the fire, the people began to calm down and then all gathered around the truck and each one laid a hand on it. Suddenly it shrank until it was the size of a small toy, and fled the scene. The fire then blazed brighter and the people returned to their wanderings in and out of the building once more.