To cap my minis­eries about my dream-trip to the moon, I finally notice that the grav­ity is much stronger than I expected. In fact, it is exactly like Earth in every way if the entire planet looked like the Sierra Nevada dot­ted with golf courses.

In the dream my cohorts totally dis­agree with my obser­va­tion about the “nor­mal” grav­ity and one of my friends decides to prove me wrong by doing an effort­less cart­wheel. In the process he sprains his ankle and is might­ily confused.

I should be ana­lyz­ing this dream for mean­ing but mostly I’m just pissed that in my one chance to visit the moon, even via dream time, I still didn’t get to expe­ri­ence microgravity.