Sunday, February 05, 2006
I had a most wonderful dream last night. I woke up this morning feeling like I really had just returned from a trip to Mars. In the dream, I had just decided that I was going to visit Mars and I went to the airport and got on an airplane and flew there. I enjoyed walking around the Martian cities and talking to the people on Mars. I thought of my friends at home on earth who don't even believe there is life on Mars at all and don't realize how easy it is to get there. They go to their scientists who tell them there is no evidence of life on Mars and that probes have not even found clear signs of bacterial type life. Well, duh, it's like if the Martians sent probes and they all landed in Antarctica. They'll stroll around and be like nope, no life on this planet. They might find some of that frozen bacteria that supposedly is around there but they'll assume that that was the most advanced life on the planet. How was it that I knew so intrinsically and easily that of course there is life there and that it is as simple as getting on an airplane to go there? Did enough other people know as well to keep the flights profitable? Or was it mainly Martians using it for their return flight after visiting earth? But the cities are fantastic. It's fun to walk out on the red deserts looking back on the city. They don't litter on Mars.