moon dreams

Last night I dreamt of a setting moon. But it was moving much too fast leaving the sky behind it bewildered. Like someone was pulling it out of the sky and down into the mountains where it disappeared. I was a passenger in a car, watching it all happen. I asked the people I was with if they saw it but they didn't. And I couldn't describe it to them as I was still in a state of shock.

When I woke up I tried to figure out where the moon had been going, and if it had gone willingly or not. Maybe it got bored up there. Maybe someone became so enchanted by the moon they wanted it all for themselves. I think ultimately they will end up disappointed though. Without the sun the moon does not shine. It's magic lies in it's dance with the universe, not in the thing itself.

In the dream the moon didn't change size as it came closer to the earth, this defiance of physics being the first clue that it was, in fact, a dream (in fact one of my favorite things about dreams is how it plays fast and loose with the universe's natural laws). Although this fact did not strike me in the dream, nor when I woke up, but only just now when I was remembering it. So the moon that was being kidnapped probably turned out to be just about the size of a very large beach ball, but without the ability to bounce. Whoever took that moon is getting a raw deal but it's no less than they deserve.