Orange Fire (November 14th, 2007)

I often invent new gadgets in my sleep, but this must be a new record for me.
I was fleeing up a hill/mountain with three or four other people, I'm not entirely sure. Not everyone are as clear to me. There were two guys, and none of them can have been that much older than me. One was dark and had a name starting with the letter B, and the other one was lighter, dark blonde. And then there was a little girl, of about 7-10 I suppose. There may have been others, I think I at one point remember a man, but I'm not sure.
Anyway, we were fleeing to this cottage/house in the forest/on the mountain. And we got there, and it was fine... until the fire bombing started.
The planes were orange, and very flat. And there was something about their tails that weren't quite right, at least not if I compare them to airplanes I've seen. The tails weren't sticking up, and there was a triangular hole cut out in them.
And they (that is, two, always two planes flying parallel to each other) started dropping these square orange sheets of what looked like paper from below as they were falling. But when they reached the ground, they were silvery, almost like a mix of aluminum foil and steel wool. Still square, though, and I guess about as thick as your finger.
They didn't explode when they hit the ground, nor when they were moved. They had like a timer on them, so that about a minute after they hit the ground, they'd set everything around them on fire. The explosion in itself wasn't all that.
And I guess at times the house we were hiding in didn't have a roof. Now that's a problem.
So then, when they dropped these things, every time there started a panicky clearing of the area. Getting to where they landed, picking them up, running and throwing them away, then running back out of their explosive, firey reach. So we were all very stressed, scared and jumpy. Naturally.
Once, we stood by an upstairs window looking out at a pine tree, and one of these square bombs landed by it, exploded, and set the whole tree and the surrounding bushes ablaze.
Then things seemed to calm down. The bombing stopped.
And just when we thought we were pretty safe, and I was taking over the girl's washing up, I heard the sound of an airplane, and grabbed Bs arm. And I said his name really slowly, like when someone realises something horrid. Which, of course, I had. This meant it was starting again.
There was the sense of classical war stuff. Bombing to weaken the morals of the people. And I also thought that their goal was really to make us leave this cottage for some reason, and we didn't want to.
I welcomed waking up and getting up at 5.30 am.