Wow, had one of the best dreams EVUH last night.
I'm on the moon. I walk out onto the surface from a plastic tunnel, and am
amazed to discover that there is air. I'm with a crowd of people and
there's a constant exchange of questions (from me) and answers (from
them, matter-of-fact stylee).
Me: "Wow, I'd love to meet the people who can live in this thin
atmosphere."
Person: "Well here they are. They're inuits."
I shake hands with an inuit. He nods and smiles back.
I'm completely astonished. As we walk around dust is kicked up.
None of us is wearing a spacesuit. There's only a slight hint of low
gravity. The lighting seems true, however - massive contrast, black
sky, brightly lit grey landscape (which also looks correct - soft hills,
craters etc).
I'm trying to take it all in, starting to think "nah, this can't be right" when
I look up and there's the Earth. It's actually a crescent, but I can tell
from the size that it is *exactly* how the Earth must look from the
moon. I'm completely awestruck; terrified, but in a good way. "I really
am on the moon! And I'm looking across thousands of miles of space
at the Earth! Fvck!"
But that's not all! I turn to my right and there are houses. Normal,
suburban houses - an entire suburb, in fact, stretching away below me
into the distance; mostly in darkness, their windows lit up with orange
lights.
I'm gawping at these, my mind being boggled by the implications etc,
when one of the inuits treads on the nearest house. They're models!
Little plastic ones. I bend down and examine the crushed house - it's
broken apart like a snap-fit Airfix kit, the outside painted realistic brick
colours, the inside the original, unpainted, dull green plastic with slots
where the edge of a floor would slide in etc
"Well, that explains that" I think to myself.
One of the group who is conducting this tour leads me to a small circus
van - a wooden thing on wheels with fancy roof, curly carvings etc -
that is packed with old toys. It's a little mobile museum. Most of the
exhibits look Victorian, but there are a couple of items from every
decade up to the present day. I'm told that they are all moon artefacts.
I scoff inwardly, but show amazement (I don't want to insult my hosts).
Next thing I know I'm in some changing rooms pulling on a pair of tight
black jeans, thinking "I can't get away with these at my age", and the
rest is a blur. |
