 I hear voices. They're frightening. They're coming from inside that tent. Shh. Let's listen to them. Perhaps this is what God wanted me to hear. It's no laughing matter. It was a terrible dream, I tell you. In it, I saw just as plain as day a loaf of barley bread. It was up there on the hill. It tumbled down right into camp. It struck a tent. And believe it or not, that small barley loaf overturned the tent so that it lay flat upon the ground. What?