The Cusp

Didn't remember to note my sleeping position for this one, but it's so strange i must have been on my left side (right brain)

Simpsons Move to the Moon
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm moving to the moon with some friends so we can live there. We're pulling our stuff along in a cart, when the traffic on the road gets really thick and comes to a halt, so we go to a local restaurant. I arrive first, and the manager seats me and shows me this french fry on the table. He says people carve graffiti in to it and leave it there for the next person to see. I want put something like "Ladies, for a good time call (my number), but not while the manager is watching. There is a pin on the table for carving up the french fry, and the managers says he's already retired 3 french fries and hung them up for display.

My friends arrive, and we order some food. I look at the road ahead. The traffic is lined up right to a barrier that is nothing but toys blocking the road. In fact the entire hill is covered in toys. I leave the table to go clear the way for us and to scout ahead. I pick up a 7 foot smurf doll and carry that around in one arm. With the other arm, I pick up a 5 foot smurf doll that had a bicycle wheel for it's lower torso, and it plays music as the wheel turns.

I get to the top of the hill, and spot our destination, a cabin. I turn around and begin to clear the remainder of the road when I'm attacked by these small white creatures. They look like strange squarish stuffed animals, no more than a foot tall. These creatures can barely more, and sort of flop over in my general direction to get to me. I boot the creatures away, clear a path on the road and go collect my friends.

We are now the Simpsons family, with me being Homer, pulling along the rest in a cart. Those white creature that didn't seem to be much of a threat ambush us, pulling Marge Bart Lisa and Maggie into some sort of portal in the ground. I reach into the portal to try and save them, and the little white creature pulling them down seems to be afraid of me. It stops pulling them down and I'm able to rescue them.

We clear the hill and arrive at our cabin. Then the local inhabitants (humans) begin to attack our cabin. They are using makeshift guns, little more than metal pipes stuffed with black powder and a bullet, and pieces of cigarettes for a fuse. These weapons fizzle as often as they fire, and even when they do fire, the projectiles have no power behind them.

After enduring this half-assed assault for awhile, I decide "Fuck it! We're moving to mars!". In third person perspective, I see the Simpson family pulling their now badly battered cart. There is supposed to be six wheels, but one is missing, and Lisa's foot is attached to the cart where the wheel should be. Only her foot is missing and is now a whee. The other family members are ragged as well, like the cart that is barely holding together.

The approach a monorail that seems to stretch to infinity, and Homer begins to traverse it on a unicycle, pulling the cart behind him.