(Contains: violence/gore and ideologically sensitive material)
I had a peculiar dream last night, in this dream Earth had recently captured a new moon, it was about half the size of Luna, I’m not sure of the name that people gave it (It started with a “T”) but it was tidally locked.
Apparently people thought something was wrong because we were watching the moon from a westward facing cave mouth (At this point it was somewhere in the Midwestern United States) with a honeycomb energy shield over it. It was a conjunction and both moons dominated the sky.
Suddenly Luna started to rotate and for once the people of Earth could see the Dark side of the moon (although the pockmarks were a lot more colorful then photos we have seen from satellites) then Luna suddenly shot past the new moon to the right and crashed into the Earth (apparently by this time the dream cave had moved to western Asia for some dream-known reason)
Or to be more precise it grazed the Earth and went flying off back into space as a free agent, gouging off the a good chunk of the United States (and probably Mexico down to Yucatan) in the process.
Not sure what that didn’t cause an instantaneous Extinction-level event right there (My dream me was curious as well) but some of the first noticeable effects where, sunrise was at a 45 degree angle from its normal rising point and night fell faster and more frequent until there was no sunrise, I got the feeling that the Earth had been knocked out of the Solar system, just hadn’t froze yet.
During all of this the new moon seemed to have vanished.
My last memory in the dream was at a shelter near the blasted zone a slightly stocky young boy was along in a cavern that supplied the shelter water from of all things an icy hand sticking out of the rock that dripped water at a slow and steady pace.
The boy had apparently come under censure for recently dropping a bucket of precious water so he was there to be alone. At this point the icy hand shattered and “water” splashed and gushed out. Some of the splash landed on the lower left part of the boy’s belly, the liquid burned the shirt and raised welts on the boy’s skin (He didn’t seem to be in pain at this point just in shock)
“This isn’t water” was the last thing the boy said (Not because of death, but because the dream ended at that point, although I do get the feeling from the dream that he got away to warn the rest of the shelter-and get medical care).
It's not even a very good myth - it's disproven every time you look up at a moon that isn't full. There is no part of the moon that remains perpetually dark.
There -is-, however, a side of the moon that we never see, because the moon is tidally locked to the earth (which means that the same face is oriented to us throughout its revolution cycle.)
This side is -not- perpetually dark, but it was never seen by humans until we launched satellites around the Moon to have a look.
Right, proper head case you are.
(I'm only joking, of course. I wish my dreams were nearly as coherent. . .)
. . .not like the stinky lump of swiss cheese that I've got, whose basic functions are to remember that the Millennium Falcon did the Kessel run in twelve parsecs, and to whisper "This might be a BAD idea. . ." when I try to make a flamethrower with a can of spray deodorant and matches.
Oh. And making you laugh. That's something.
Yeah never can tell where the flame might jump to.
You just have to find your strength is all