Far Out Dream
This morning I dreamed I was an astronaut and I was living on the moon in a moon apartment and the apartment looked just like the ones I lived in when I was in high-school. I was the middle ranking officer. I was in the ''living room" watching a black and white movie on the TV where American actors where speaking Swedish. The movie was about the way the song "Hello Dolly" came to be written. In the TV movie Matt Damon played the guy writing the lyrics. He had a long list of possible beginnings.... "So long, Dolly," "Hej Då Dolly," "Vi Ses Dolly," "Good Bye Dolly," and then at the bottom of the list, "Hello Dolly."
As I was watching the TV movie the senior officer astronaut came down the stairs, he was talking on the cell phone to Earth. "Can you hear me now?" "Good," he said. And then he said, "What?!" Somehow I could hear the voice from Earth also, and it said, "It's happening." "The world is destroying itself." "There are nuclear bombs going off everywhere!"
I went to the window of the apartment and looked to the sky and saw the big green and blue ball with white swirly clouds all over it. Sure enough. I could see the nuclear explosions dotting the ball with little campfire polka dots, destroying the globe like some kind disease without immunization.
As I starred in amazement at the wonder before my eyes, the senior officer continued talking on the cell phone to the Earth guy. Then suddenly, and silently, we observed as the world exploded and completely disappeared. Poof. Gone.
Now what? Here we were on the moon. Just the three of us. Standing there in the dark living room (except for the flicker of the old black and white movie on the TV) in our space suits. But no space helmets on our heads... because the apartment had oxygen. We only needed our helmets when we had to go outside..... and just as I was noting this fact, I noticed that one of the windows in the kitchen was slightly open.
Hm.... that's interesting, I thought. How can we be in here breathing when the window is open to the no-atmosphere no-oxygen moon world outside? And that's when we realized what had happened. When the world blew up, all the oxygen and atmosphere transferred to the moon. (It's my dream, I can decide how these things happen.)
So we decided to venture outside without the helmets on. Have a look about. It was still dark in the sky, and the moon of course still had very little gravity, so we kind of bounce-leaped as we explored around the apartment building. Nothing to see really. It was dark and shadowy everywhere. The swimming pool in the court yard behind the apartment was empty. (it was mostly for looks. A prop.) There really was no light except from the flickering TV and the few landscape lights around the apartment complex walkpaths.
Then I started hearing something like jazz music. Faintly, but distinctly Stan Getz. Where is that coming from? We continued over to the other side of the pool to a wall behind the pool. Since we were on the moon and the low gravity allowed up to jump really high we could easily jump up to look over the wall.
Jump. Juuuump. JUMP! Up there on the top of the wall looking out over into the expansive moonscape we saw them. There in the darkness were the many hundreds of little lights, dotting the moon valley, defining a little community. Of people.
Apparently some folks had been on the moon unbeknown to us building a moon town.
How about that. We were not going to be left on the moon all alone afterall!
As I was watching the TV movie the senior officer astronaut came down the stairs, he was talking on the cell phone to Earth. "Can you hear me now?" "Good," he said. And then he said, "What?!" Somehow I could hear the voice from Earth also, and it said, "It's happening." "The world is destroying itself." "There are nuclear bombs going off everywhere!"
I went to the window of the apartment and looked to the sky and saw the big green and blue ball with white swirly clouds all over it. Sure enough. I could see the nuclear explosions dotting the ball with little campfire polka dots, destroying the globe like some kind disease without immunization.
As I starred in amazement at the wonder before my eyes, the senior officer continued talking on the cell phone to the Earth guy. Then suddenly, and silently, we observed as the world exploded and completely disappeared. Poof. Gone.
Now what? Here we were on the moon. Just the three of us. Standing there in the dark living room (except for the flicker of the old black and white movie on the TV) in our space suits. But no space helmets on our heads... because the apartment had oxygen. We only needed our helmets when we had to go outside..... and just as I was noting this fact, I noticed that one of the windows in the kitchen was slightly open.
Hm.... that's interesting, I thought. How can we be in here breathing when the window is open to the no-atmosphere no-oxygen moon world outside? And that's when we realized what had happened. When the world blew up, all the oxygen and atmosphere transferred to the moon. (It's my dream, I can decide how these things happen.)
So we decided to venture outside without the helmets on. Have a look about. It was still dark in the sky, and the moon of course still had very little gravity, so we kind of bounce-leaped as we explored around the apartment building. Nothing to see really. It was dark and shadowy everywhere. The swimming pool in the court yard behind the apartment was empty. (it was mostly for looks. A prop.) There really was no light except from the flickering TV and the few landscape lights around the apartment complex walkpaths.
Then I started hearing something like jazz music. Faintly, but distinctly Stan Getz. Where is that coming from? We continued over to the other side of the pool to a wall behind the pool. Since we were on the moon and the low gravity allowed up to jump really high we could easily jump up to look over the wall.
Jump. Juuuump. JUMP! Up there on the top of the wall looking out over into the expansive moonscape we saw them. There in the darkness were the many hundreds of little lights, dotting the moon valley, defining a little community. Of people.
Apparently some folks had been on the moon unbeknown to us building a moon town.
How about that. We were not going to be left on the moon all alone afterall!
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