Last night I dreamt I traveled to the moon. Everything was very gray. Fine dust on the ground. Breathable. Places transitioned underground and above ground and back. Some places felt like deep underground bases, others like modern houses, terraces. Running around everywhere, exploring. 😍 I went into a house my dad helped build. I noticed the walls were painted. I thought, he / we must have done a trip to bring that paint to the moon. Quite a bit of paint. Life there was fragile, but with some effort it was very livable. Saw a wooden pyramid frame that needed the top to be tied up nicely again so I went to fix it. Riding in the back seat of a kart through the dirt. Image taken at the catacombs in Alexandria, Egypt.