This is a view of the moon through the clouds. It was such a striking image that I had to take a pic with my phone.
There’s a moon
It’s in the sky
It’s called the moon
And everybody is there
– The B-52’s
As M knows, I can tell you (because I learned this from a recent dream) if aliens ever arrive on earth and try to kidnap us using their blue light, all we have to do is sing! They hate music, apparently. It drives them right off.
My singing drives everybody away.
Yes, I know. ;-)
But a thought just occurred to me: does it make any difference if you sing like Pavarotti or like a choking hyena? Just wondering…
The music in the dream was beautiful! Within seconds, the blue light disappeared and we were all free from its hold on us.