Post-India Stress Syndrome

Two nights ago, as I lay late in bed addled with jet-lag and a sinus infection, I attempted to provide commentary as my youngest brother flipped through my photographic record of India. As usual, I quickly lapsed into a trance and began to channel unknown entities; my brother of course had the good sense to record this information. The transcript of that night's divination follows:

J - There were all these little snakes dancing in my face.
J - You Don't Even Know!

J - Everything is possible......in India.
M - Then we must all go.
J - NO!! There are too many possibility people!

J - Where are you!?
J - Don't be afraid.

J - I have 3 faces.....in my hand
M - What do they look like?
J - All old men.....they have control, but I control the central face........I was at the conference; they gave it away!

J - Oh my god it's a catrabbit! the size of a pig! Its front half is a rabbit but the back half is...(mumble).....Face in the carpet!

J - That monkey has my rat's tail.
M - You had a rat tail?
J - I'm a rat!

J - There was a little boy at the zoo running around with a boogie board carrying it like a shield
M - So you did go to a zoo
J - NO!!

J - Rippling in Alaska zoom into flag pistol.....there's an engraving on the handle...it says "me be, me see."

According to my brother, by the time I spouted this last bit I had fallen asleep and was going faster than he could write, so it is regrettably incomplete. However, it appears to be the most pertinent parcel of future knowledge, and I suspect it to be vital clue in preventing the Palin run of 2012.