Taking a breath, I steel myself not just for evading the Princes again, but for a possible encounter with that alien. My attention is drawn, however, by the shadowy equine figures I can see walking the streets, going about their business. My gaze turns upwards to gauge the moon’s progress across the sky, but I’m more than a bit shocked to see not one, but two moons up there: one was the usual moon, on it’s way towards the horizon to herald the arrival of said Princes, and perhaps even the alien. The new one, on the other hoof, was much larger and markedly different: instead of the perfectly smooth surface of the usual dream moon, this one was pockmarked with craters, and indeed, looked almost identical to the moon from the waking world. It shone brightly in the sky, bathing everything in it’s pale light, and it was surrounded by a familiar purple-bordered and ethereal blue mist, twinkling with stars.