Alexandria, Virginia

A strange dream of war. I am leading a battle to free Virginia from either the British or French – it is unclear. After the battle, I'm in an inn and the former enemies are seated at various tables. I introduce the British (or French) general to a number of important figures in the war.

"You will need a new secretary of state," says the British (or French) general. "I have just the right man," I say. "His name is Alexander."

Alexander is sitting at a table in the back of the restaurant, and he is the only black man in the room. I bring him to our table, and say, "This man would be perfect."

The British (or French) general opines, "You're setting up a government for Virginia even before there's a federal government." And I wake up.

Don't understand it at all.