I was looking down over the cities of the world, almost dancing over them. They were arranged like a “T” and resembled miniature models. As I scanned them, I saw a few cities lit up, but most were dark. At the center was a large rectangular building, lit up brightly and shaped like the temple mount in Jerusalem. To the right was complete darkness, and to the left, over Europe, were a few lit cities. I came down towards Italy, resting by an Italian man to my left and a French man to my right. I looked at the Italian man, hugged him, and told him how much I loved his people. He stared at me with a blank, hollow gaze. The French man did the same thing; they seemed indifferent to my interest in them and even uncomfortable with my presence.