8-12-08

I'm part of a group of travelers through the galaxy, but the ship we are on resembles a regular building or old house. I'm observing a cabinet meeting with mostly elderly women that resemble this. Our leader is George W. Bush. At one point, I get into a discussion with one of the cabinet members about him saying that I hate him and its a shame that such smart women have to answer to him.

Later, a new experiement is being tried on the engine, one that will take us further but much quicker. I'm sitting in a rocking chair near the thing and decide it's too risky being exposed to radiation that may come out of it. I exit a back doorway that leads right into a field. There's a slight fog and it looks gray as if it's about to rain. I see on the ground several houses and a graveyard, all doll sized. I read the names on the tombstones and I sense something familiar.

I learn later from a crew member that this villiage was erected after the villagers had gotten ahold of some tape recordings we did and modeled their civilization after ours. For some reason, I'm overcome and start to cry.

Whether or not we had been there before for them to do that or how they were able to access our recordings considering their small size is not established. And this is all I remember now.