In an (h)angry mood I stomp out of the house into a busy covered market and the grumpy train of thoughts cause me to become lucid. Recalling the DV task of the month I start to grow until my head smashes through the roof. My head rapidly reaches space with my thin body stretching down to the ground far below. The planet is almost all green with no oceans, but plenty of forests and cities instead. There are white wispy clouds circling below. I turn my head to see the stars. The light of the moon is shining into the darkness from my left.
I turn and grab the moon and try to step onto it, but my feet are no longer on the Earth. The dream destabilises.
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