Pending Disaster Forces us to Colonize the Moon

I dreamed there was some sort of weather/volcanic catastrophe approaching here on earth and many of us had been selected to colonize the moon until things settled down. I was selected to go, but N was not, couldn’t have babies. I offered to send sperm samples, but they wanted me for the computer help desk, and electronics, and photography, and puzzle solving skills (apparently I’d solved something online and that’s what got their attention.)

            There were tons of wind and falling ash images, trying to put filters up everywhere in the house and stockpiling cat food and litter so N wouldn’t have to try and go buy it if things got worse.

            I cleaned the water catcher for the dehumidifier so N could get clean water every day if the water delivery system failed.

            I was struggling with getting the second windmill up in position and clearing out the branches of the big trees so the fruit trees could get some more sun. I didn’t have any idea how bad things would get, but some were saying it could be really bad. I wanted N to be as independent as practical for our little bit of property. She wouldn’t take the rifle, though.

 

Ad astra per technica,

FF