I stood on an airport tarmac looking for the runway on which my flight would take off. Suddenly to my right, I saw a black, futuristic-looking aircraft with a large, overtop boomerang-shaped wing assembly. It had gold writing on it and the seal of the United States. It read: “Air Force One.” I could not see any engines, and the plane seemed almost to hover before it landed.

The plane then moved to a runway position heading east. A voice called out the aircraft's name: “Star Light.” It began accelerating and then lifted off the ground. Almost out of the now where, a very massive building appeared. The building spanned virtually the entire horizon. I could see a puff of smoke come up from the top of the plane as it veered sharply to the right to avoid the building. As the aircraft continued to the right, an even larger building appeared and blocked the plane's flight path again.

The plane then accelerated hard and climbed straight up. I didn’t clear the top of the building when the engines stalled, and the aircraft crashed straight down on the runway before me. The plane disintegrated into a pile of twisted metal and burning fuselage. I then heard a voice ask in a solemn, almost Secret Service tone: “What time was the President scheduled to board the plane?” There was a confirmation that the President had indeed been on this flight. Then there was incredible silence as if the person knew the President had been killed. Yet nothing was spoken like a protocol had been enacted.