I was in a dark bar inside a city. All the walls were painted black. A few people were sitting here and there. At one point, I parked a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I walked outside and saw a tall man heading toward the bar. He had sandy blond hair and a long face with a mustache. He wore a sports jacket with a neckpiece resembling a priest's. Walking behind him was a Jewish man, possibly a rabbi. He was wearing a tallit and carrying a wooden jar that contained a Torah scroll. I blocked the tall man and said sternly: “You will not bring the scroll of God into this place!” He bent over slightly, and with his finger pointed toward my eyes; he gave me an evil stare, unlike anything I had ever seen. I felt a sense of fear but would not relent in my position. Then I awoke.