Just a dream I had. (Daily 458)

I had very strange dreams last night. Sometimes I have the types of dreams which will wake me up periodically through the oncoming dawn. I will open my eyes, turn to the other side, and know that I will close my eyes to more because the dreams don't feel as if they have run their course yet. I never realized this until just now, as I typed it, but I often get the feeling that I'm not through dreaming. Not that I glean any kind of eternal direction from these dreams...

I walked on the moon last night. I did. I think there were some other people there as well, but I was there, bounding around that grayscape, black sky hanging like a curtain around us. The thought that I remember having on the moon last night was that we weren't wearing spacesuits. I thought that it was such a waste that they made those clunky white suits, though it did make them look quite cool.

At some point after this I was attacked by a gang of marauders. They actually killed me. I died. But then I came back. They declared me dead again. And then I came back to life again. I've never had a dream like this before. I woke up in a hospital room and someone explained to me what had happened. I looked around the room to see who was there. It was a room full of people that I knew, but at this point I can only remember one face.

And then I left the room with all of those people and found myself in Spain, but not in any particular place that I had ever been. It was the Spanish countryside, and Stevie Hale and I were trying to get somewhere. That's about all that is worth telling.