Last night I dreamt I journeyed along a quiet residential street in the Midwest at night; I looked to the northeast, and there in the sky, just above the treetops, I saw a full moon larger than any I'd seen before. I looked aside, to tell a companion; when I looked back, the sky had changed. The moon had been joined by a companion, also full, slightly smaller and darker. I looked at the sky, and some force blurred my vision for a moment. Or not blurred, but occluded. My vision wasn't clouded, exactly, but for just a moment I couldn't quite see; and then again; and again. Each time my vision cleared momentarily, a different number of full moons hung in the northeast quadrant of the night sky, smaller or larger, pale or umber or ochre or grey, pitted and creased uniquely...I tried to count them, but I kept losing track...At last I managed to get them all before they changed: twelve moons hung in the sky, all in the northeast, all of them different...