Don't Fuck With The Moon (night of 25/06/2023)

Some kind of interior space that looks a bit like the workshops below my old flat on lion mews in Hove. The space seems empty but may be some kind of shop. I am there with another man. There is some kind of teasing between us. A woman walks by - blonde hair - For a second I think it is Lucy but then see that she has dreadlocks and it is not. The other man is on the floor. Have we been wrestling? Someone has a tattoo - like a scar - of a crescent mooon. 'Don't fuck with the moon!' I declare in a tone of playful triumph.