text: What did I dream last night?
  I dreamt I was the moon.
  I woke and found myself still asleep.
  It was like this: my face misted up from inside
  And I came and went at will through a little peephole.
  I had no voice, no mouth, nothing to express my trouble,
  except my shadows leaning downhill, not quite parallel.
  Something needs to be said to describe my moonlight.
  Almost frost but softer, almost ash but wholer.
  Made almost of water, which has strictly speaking
  No feature, but a kind of counter-light, call it insight.
  Like in woods, when they jostle their hooded shapes,
  Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other,
  There are moon-beings, sound-beings, such as deer and half-deer
  Passing through there, whose eyes can pierce through things.
  I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.
  There's no material as variable as moonlight.
  I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking:
  Good God! Who have I been last night?
explanation: The text is a poetic reflection on a dream where the narrator imagines themselves as the moon, describing the ethereal and variable nature of moonlight and their own state of being. The text does not contain any mathematical content, questions, or answers.
distilabel_metadata.content: Evaluate the user given text extract and determine if it contains a math question and optionally and answer to this question.
  
  Output rules:
  
  1. Briefly describe the document and mention if it contains a question or a question and answer.
  2. Finalize the output with: Label: no-question,question,question-and-answer,multiple-question,multiple-question-and-answer
distilabel_metadata.role: system
distilabel_metadata.content: What did I dream last night?
  I dreamt I was the moon.
  I woke and found myself still asleep.
  It was like this: my face misted up from inside
  And I came and went at will through a little peephole.
  I had no voice, no mouth, nothing to express my trouble,
  except my shadows leaning downhill, not quite parallel.
  Something needs to be said to describe my moonlight.
  Almost frost but softer, almost ash but wholer.
  Made almost of water, which has strictly speaking
  No feature, but a kind of counter-light, call it insight.
  Like in woods, when they jostle their hooded shapes,
  Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other,
  There are moon-beings, sound-beings, such as deer and half-deer
  Passing through there, whose eyes can pierce through things.
  I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.
  There's no material as variable as moonlight.
  I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking:
  Good God! Who have I been last night?
distilabel_metadata.role: user
distilabel_metadata.raw_output_q_a_detector_0: The text is a poetic reflection on a dream where the narrator imagines themselves as the moon, describing the ethereal and variable nature of moonlight and their own state of being. The text does not contain any mathematical content, questions, or answers.
  
  Label: no-question