Dream: Joy and I are walking through a park at night, the moon is out, full. We make it to a trampoline where we stand on it and watch a performance artist launch spears, easels and rocks from a makeshift catapult. I look up and see the moon crumble into sparks like a pinwheel and hear the world scream in horror from outside the park. "What do we do," Joy says. Larger chunks of the moon have fallen into the atmosphere, sparking and exploding. I look around for a place to hide, but the forest looks too dangerous. "Hide under the trampoline," I say. Once we're under, chunks start falling around us.
Posted by matty-b at June 11, 2004 10:32 AMThe sky is falling!
Posted by: Joy at June 11, 2004 12:17 PMNo dear, it's just the moon. Stay under the tramboboline.
Posted by: matt at June 11, 2004 1:12 PMRemind me to show you this comic I have called _Seaguy_. The moon starts raining down to Earth as five-thousand-year-old chunks of brick with hieroglyphics on them. And one of them includes the American flag from 1969.
Oh, and there's a floating, talking fish who says, "Da fug!" a lot.
Posted by: ben at June 11, 2004 3:59 PMSounds cool, Ben. I've always been fascinated with the moon exploding. It's such a huge thing. I've always wanted to carve a happy face into the moon via "lazerbeam".
Posted by: matt at June 11, 2004 6:04 PM