The moon, a dream

I shall here share a dream which I stirred from this morning.

In said dream I am walking through a rural field toward a farm house. As we (myself and a couple friends) walk toward the home, the sun is rising from the horizon, the grass is wet, the air cool.

Upon arriving at the Home, we find no one inside. The radio is on, static plays. The area has a feeling of panic, as if people had suddenly left.

I look out the window, and the blue-yellow of the early morning sky is again the blue-black which preceded it. I pop my head out the window and see that the sun is gone.

There are screams, shouts, hollering on the horizon. Something is wrong, very wrong. I look up at the farmhouse before me, and behind the top of the house, I see an aura. Something, something unlike the sun stands behind the steeple, and it is bleeding light into the sky.

A helicopter noisily flys overhead.
People begin running by.

I step back, one foot after another.

Above the house I now see the moon, at least what I believe to be the moon, but it appears in the sky about 12x its normal size, it fills my mind with panic.

This, we will here call it the moon (as the worried people around me refer to it as such), was more than uncharacteristically large, it was dark purple, and blue, fit with bright yellow veins indicative of vast lit metropolitan centres.

“The sun!” I hear “It’s gone. The sun is gone, and the moon is a terror!”

At once the sky above my head is filled with military helicopters, their spotlights flooding the ground.

Military vehicles begin to corral upon/around our position.

I flee. I flee, but I worry to the greatest degree of this sunrise which wasn’t, and the moon which now seems to be a great deal larger than planet Earth itself.

Before I wake, I am driving full-speed down a dirt road with helicopters close behind, my face cold from the wet wind. I look into the sky and see that moon, that moon that killed the sun. I consider what life will be like, and who those moon people are… and what this means for everyone I love, and everything I know.

It was more purple than this, and a great, great deal larger.

It was more purple than this, and a great, great deal larger.

Oh, and then I wake. And thankfully it’s not the end of the world as I know it.

– J

About Ossington

I often think but seldom share these thoughts. And if the product of my thinking is to affect anything but my own sense of satisfaction, then surely it must be shared. Here you may try to know what I believe to know.
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