ezekiel_01
I once had a dream about the dark side of the moon, years ago. I traveled there, first by jumping up from earth (at night of course), then by foot. Woke up in a yurt, walked outside and met a tall man, clad in a white robe, bright blue eyes, long hair. He was the shaman of his tribe, the nomads of the dark side of the moon. He told me lot of wise stuff, told me about his people, himself and me.
