"Dad, a flying saucer just destroyed our house, you know that right?"

I'm with my parents on a small grassy hill. There's a TV on with the sound off. CNN is covering a speech by the President. Nobody is paying much attention to the TV, but I notice that behind Wolf Blitzer there are objects that look like flattened modern teapots with no handle flying through the sky doing aerial maneuvers.

I make a mental note to check to see what they were in the morning.

I've woken up, it's morning and I'm with my dad in the backyard. I see one of the objects I saw on TV last night - I point it out to my dad and strangers around - everyone sees it but doesn't think it's remarkable.

It flips and flies toward us, stopping just beyond a huge tree with its silver bottom part flush toward us, perpendicular to the ground. It's definitely an alien spacecraft. It's huge, a lot larger that it seemed flying through the sky. My dad isn't even looking at it, but continues to read the newspaper in a lawn chair.

The vehicle rights itself and plows into our house, completely destroying it just yards away from us. My dad glances over from his paper, but just continues reading as some sort of staircase like thing emerges from the craft. "Dad, a flying saucer just destroyed our house, you know that right?" He acknowledges that he heard me with a "um-hmm" and continues to read the paper.