The Dancing Moonlight

I had a dream last night. It is nighttime. I am standing in the balcony of a flat in Bombay. On the first floor. The road below is clearly visible. But strangely the road is flooded with knee-deep water. The night is dark but the moon is full. Pouring moonlight onto everything. The buildings around eerily awash in moonlight and the people standing in the balconies white sprites. On the road below a strange spectacle unfolding. People standing in a line in the moonlit water passing a metal wire gleaming silver in the moonlight. This wire sliding like a snake from end to end and back again. The moving people create ripples and the moonlight dancing on the waves. In the background a flute plays the most enchanting, mesmerizing tune. It is truly magical. The dancing moonlight, the silver wire, the silent people, the lonely flute. I wake up with the flute still hauntingly clear in my memory.