No idea why – as it wasn’t related to anything I saw on TV or discussed about recently – last night I dreamed I was on the Moon. Literally.
Of course, it had added comfort because it was MY dream.
Like for example, the air was breathable, no heavy suits and helmets. Just that it needed adjusting, as it was not exactly the same as on Earth.
Tourism was evolved already, there were clubs and pubs, hotels and terraces.
So after some sightseeing, a limo picked me up for a night of fun.
I was wearing my silver Marc Jacobs pumps and a matching outfit. Yes, perfect hiking gear for lunar gravity…
