'Take a look,' my husband says. 'A shooting star.'

I see the flash in the sky from our bedroom window, not one but several, each following the other, and soon coalescing to form a line of white. It is as if someone were developing movies in the night sky.

I cannot sleep and continue to watch the sky through half closed Venetian blinds.

'There's something wrong here,' my husband says.

I see this too. The images have taken on a hectoring quality and there is a voice over above us to announce the arrival of the invaders. Nazi's perhaps.

But these dictators are not the earthly types I imagine. They have come from a different dimension and they intend to teach us down here on earth a few lessons about how badly we have behaved towards one another.