I AM THE MOON

I´m wearing a simple, silver space suit with big boots. My hair is big and spiky and I have lot's of neon make-up on, yellow, orange, and green, with glitter. I´m holding a massive, double-edged axe.

There are other guys around me in similar suits. We're on a grass lawn. I swing at them numerous times, trying to hit them. As with most attempts at bludgeoning in my dreams, it's very hard to hit them with any kind of force. My best effort results in a motion more like a floating across water than a hard, decisive blow. The axe edge doesn't even cut their suits. I have a sidekick with me. The other spacemen lead us into a large, brown warehouse.

It's like an indoor skateboard park. I walk into a side room but it's filled with young children about to take a shower. This group shower room has black walls of corrugated iron and silver pipes. I go back into the main space, looking for a half-pipe. There were no skateboards in the dream. I think I just wanted to run up and down. In the large space there were many gray ramps, three meters high, going up to the walls.

A man stood at the top of a big ramp, half-insisting that we leave, that we take our suits off and leave. It was a repetitive conversation with lots of misunderstandings. We would start to leave, because he suggested it, but then I would tell him we wanted to stay. We should be allowed to stay, if we wanted to. It shouldn't be a problem. He kept thinking that we were saying that we wanted to leave. He didn't like it when I finally made it clear that we would stay for a while. The suits reduced gravity in the space, so all sorts of acrobatics could be done on the ramps. Large industrial lamps with metal grating hung overhead.

We're running through some kind of nature park, zoo, or amusement park with water rides. A river runs fast through hilly woods. Heavy rapids make a loud, low drone. I´m on a walkway on the ledge along one side of the river. There's a wood wall, with barbed wire on the higher parts, that drops 4 meters down to the rapids. We're on the run and we have to get across the river. I have serious déjà vu as I climb up on the wall to jump over the river. It's a huge jump to the reddish black rock cliff on the far bank. It's a crazy jump, probably impossible. I start a magic ritual that will get me across the river, give me the power to make the jump and the accuracy to land on a little patch of rock. I start chanting "I am the Moon" over and over in a low voice, like a mantra, as I sway back and forth. It puts me in a drowsy trance. I'm so drowsy I fall off the wall a few times, fall in slow motion, but I always catch the ledge with my finger tips and sway myself back up to my feet. I make the jump in a trance and wake up on the other side, surprised I made it.

We´ve stolen a black camaro with a camouflage interior. We stole something of immense value. Maybe it's money, drugs, or weapons. We've cruising on a New England country highway. It's warm and humid. I´m in a black t-shirt and jeans. It's sunny, and we're driving fast, exhilarated. We stop at a little store by the side of the road to get some food.

When we come out the car is gone and we hear and explosion. By the time we realize the car's been stolen we see that the car exploded just 40 meters away at the intersection. Cars were jammed up on all sides, everyone in awe, staring at the scattered wreckage. We sneak away. I want to look and see if any of the treasure is left among the debris but I only see a few scraps of metal. If I move in closer to inspect, it might look too suspicious, so we just get out of there.