It’s the middle of the night and I’m playing guitar out by a road. I’m noodling and Cheryl and some guy are there. The guy starts singing something and I immediately know the chords. I’m playing F – C – G – C over and over and Cheryl starts harmonizing with him and we start jamming out. It’s really fun and we sound great. We start walking to the left up the street and as we do it gets light out. I looked across the street to an enormous park and see a giant arrow sticking out of the ground. It’s huge, probably 80 feet long, and it’s scorched like it was shot through our atmosphere. It reminds me of a Indian arrow because instead of just having a straight shaft, it has ornamentation near the arrowhead. It freaks me out and I stop playing, asking if they’re seeing this.