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The Moon
I had a dream about a group of astronauts who were on a mission to the moon, which might have been arranged to mark the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. From my viewpoint on the surface, I saw them wandering around the remains of the first landing site and conducting experiments in low gravity no-atmosphere conditions, one of which was playing a musical instrument - it was apparently a saxophone but looked more like a white hoover. Someone mentioned how in the earliest science fiction films, people were never shown wearing anything protective on the moon because the film-makers hadn't thought that anything of the kind would be needed. They investigated the rocks and scenery by the white glow of the Earth in the sky, which looked far bigger than it should - I remember wondering if you could jump up from the moon and be caught by the Earth's gravity.
Passing a dust-dune, the group found something that shouldn't have been there - a huge plant of some kind with dark blue tentacles that lay on the surface, about a metre in diameter. As they looked around, more of the plants began erupting out from below the surface, so they grabbed the bags of tools that they had left lying on the ground and sprinted back to their landing shuttle. In the panic to get in, someone shouted that the key was broken - it was an oversized thing that looked like a huge front door key made out of paper, and the end of it was torn - but one of the others was able to gently ease the lock open with it.
The interior of the shuttle was a very comfortable 2014-style affair - not the cramped conditions that you would expect from a space vehicle, but more like the interior of a summer cabin, with a bedroom, kitchen and living room. As they pulled off their suits, the key-bearer shouted that they had to leave immediately, to which one of the others - an Australian with a horrendous dark mullet - said "It'll take twenty minutes. It's a thrust engine, not a Ford Mondeo" (and I remember my dream rehearsed itself multiple times before settling on the car that sounded the funniest to it in context).
An argument broke out between them, and the Australian ended up ordering the other outside for a fight. He opened the door and let the unidentified astronaut go first - without any apparent ill effects from not wearing a suit - then suddenly closed the door behind him instead of following him out.
The locked-out astronaut didn't show any signs of distress beyond mild annoyance at having been locked outside, even as from the inside we watched as some sort of malicious pollen from the plant crawled towards him over the moon's surface - it was a thrashing dark blue mass, like two people fighting in a sleeping bag. It dragged him to the ground and aligned them so that they were "feet" to feet, then absorbed him to grow longer.
The thing continued its approach as the shuttle barely left the ground, but it didn't get away in time and as it was absorbed, it spun around rapidly and then became a sphere of crystal as everything was melded together, a mess of broken polygons like an early PS1 game filling the sphere as it floated serenely above the surface. And somehow I knew this was the good ending.
Passing a dust-dune, the group found something that shouldn't have been there - a huge plant of some kind with dark blue tentacles that lay on the surface, about a metre in diameter. As they looked around, more of the plants began erupting out from below the surface, so they grabbed the bags of tools that they had left lying on the ground and sprinted back to their landing shuttle. In the panic to get in, someone shouted that the key was broken - it was an oversized thing that looked like a huge front door key made out of paper, and the end of it was torn - but one of the others was able to gently ease the lock open with it.
The interior of the shuttle was a very comfortable 2014-style affair - not the cramped conditions that you would expect from a space vehicle, but more like the interior of a summer cabin, with a bedroom, kitchen and living room. As they pulled off their suits, the key-bearer shouted that they had to leave immediately, to which one of the others - an Australian with a horrendous dark mullet - said "It'll take twenty minutes. It's a thrust engine, not a Ford Mondeo" (and I remember my dream rehearsed itself multiple times before settling on the car that sounded the funniest to it in context).
An argument broke out between them, and the Australian ended up ordering the other outside for a fight. He opened the door and let the unidentified astronaut go first - without any apparent ill effects from not wearing a suit - then suddenly closed the door behind him instead of following him out.
The locked-out astronaut didn't show any signs of distress beyond mild annoyance at having been locked outside, even as from the inside we watched as some sort of malicious pollen from the plant crawled towards him over the moon's surface - it was a thrashing dark blue mass, like two people fighting in a sleeping bag. It dragged him to the ground and aligned them so that they were "feet" to feet, then absorbed him to grow longer.
The thing continued its approach as the shuttle barely left the ground, but it didn't get away in time and as it was absorbed, it spun around rapidly and then became a sphere of crystal as everything was melded together, a mess of broken polygons like an early PS1 game filling the sphere as it floated serenely above the surface. And somehow I knew this was the good ending.
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And I'm somehow disappointed to find out that a Ford Mondeo is a real car, I thought this was another case of a dream inventing a word :)
I guess you were seeing that ending bit from outside the shuttle? I pictured it from inside at first and it was terrifying...!
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It was one of those dreams where the viewpoint changed throughout - I was one of the astronauts, and then I was just watching, and then I was some sort of disembodied camera... yes, I was outside the shuttle for the ending, but I'd been inside for most of the time since its introduction before that.
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They seem to do this a lot; someone had to explain to me the joke in Ford Prefect's name, in HHGTTG.
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