Last night I had a dream I found myself in a desert called Cyberland. It was
hot. My canteen had sprung a leak and I was thirsty. Out of the abyss walked a cow, Elsie. I asked if she had anything to drink. She said, "I'm forbidden to produce milk in Cyberland, we only drink Diet Coke" She said, "Only thing to do Is jump over the moon. They've closed everything real down, like barns and troughs and performance spaces and replaced it all with lies and rules and virtual life. But there is a way out. Only thing to do Is jump over the moon. I gotta get out of here It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. I've got to, got to, got to find a way to jump over the moon. Only thing to do Is jump over the moon."
Then a little bulldog entered. His name, we have learned, was Benny.
And although he once had principles, he abandoned them to live as a lap dog to a wealthy daughter of the Revolution. "That's bull," he said "Ever since the cat took up the fiddle, that cow's been jumpy. The dish and spoon were evicted from the table and eloped. She's had trouble with that milk and the moon ever since. Maybe it's a female thing. 'Cause who'd want to leave Cyberland anyway? Walls ain't so bad. The dish and the spoon, for instance, they were down on their luck knocked on my doghouse door. I said, 'Not in my backyard, utensils Go back to China'"
"The only way out is up" Elsie whispered to me "A leap of faith.
Still thirsty?" Parched, "Have some milk" I lowered myself beneath her And held my mouth to her swollen udder and sucked the sweetest milk I'd ever tasted "Climb on board", she said. And, as a harvest moon rose over Cyberland, we reared back. We sprang into a gallop, leaping out of orbit I awoke singing.
Only thing to do, only thing to do is jump, only thing to do is jump over the moon. Only thing to do is jump over the moon. Over the moon.
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