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fences. stopped. call. REVELATIONS isolate the real world from Nellis Air Force Base and the specific location we sought: Area 51. Dreamland. The rumor within the UFO research community stated that if you could get close enough to Nellis, you would see strange luminous objects maneuvering in remarkably erratic ways that seemed to defy physics. Some people argued that these objects were flying saucers captured by the United States government for testing purposes. Others thought they were a kind of prototype weapon, probably a remotely piloted vehicle (RPV), a fact that would explain their ability to change direc- tions suddenly. They could even be RPVs made to resemble flying saucers in support of some weird psychological warfare project. Which is exactly what we wanted to understand, since we were working to- gether on a screenplay for a UFO movie. Bob Weiss, our producer, was at the wheel. Writer Tracy Torme was watching the landscape, making mental notes of the hills, the brush, the "With the full moon, and our headlights, we must have stuck out like a sore thumb," I said to my companions while the guards went around the vehicle, noting the make, year, and license plate. "They've got infrared cameras and motion detectors," said Bob, pointing to a tall tower near the gate. Nobody had forewarned us about that down in Vegas. The guard facility was new. Other people who had taken this road had not been "Who does the car belong to?" one of the guards asked. "Hertz," Bob answered. "Where are you going?" "We were on the way to Rachel." That seemed to satisfy them. Rachel is a small cluster of shacks and trailers in the middle of the desert on the way to Tonopah, which has become something of a high point for UFO investigators and stealth technology buffs. The guards took our drivers' licenses and went back to their shelter. Through the lighted windows we could see someone making a phone