25th August 1983.
This story is hard to understand for me. It seems like a split personality patient telling me a story about how he talked to himself. He said it was a dream. But even in a dream, in my experience I can’t have two of myself at the same time. If I am in the dream as a character, (Sometimes I dreamed about others and I didn’t even show up in my own dream) most of the time I knew I was dreaming. The pictures in my dreams are black and white. So if I am in a world without any other color, I will know I am dreaming. But there is a scary question I am wondering. Like what the narrator said, “Who is dreaming whom? I know I am dreaming you, I do not know if you are dreaming me. ” What if we can share our dream at the same time? For example, I was dreaming about my mother who is thousands miles away from me and we have the time difference, 12 hours+. I know she was in my dream and we talked about the tuition of Berklee is getting much higher than before. Then my mother had the same dream at the same time. So when she called me, she said she was dreaming about me, and I realize we were dreaming about each other. But we can’t leave any message in our dreams before we talk to each other and we appeared both of our dreams.
But the narrator’s dream is scary too. His another himself wanted to suicide. Why he is still alive? If they really share the dream, once the dreamer died, the character would die too. That’s the logic. But anyway. That’s what I thought from the story.

The Daughters of the moon
First I should say that the author wrote lots of the great lines that I’ve read in the story. There are lines about romantic; about lives; about moon. And I learned a lot. But I can’t really get into this story. I read it at least five times. But the more I read, the more I felt boring. And I have to keep reading it because it’s really hard to understand the logic of the story. He used 2-3 pages to show me the way he looks at the moon. Although it’s really hard for me to understand, I can see the picture he was printing the moon. “It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to the world down here, a hangover from a way of being that was now outdated.” That’s the first word “naked” appeared in the story. Then when I thought this story suppose to be an unreal science, the author started to talk about a girl, a completely naked girl who was chasing the moon. In my opinion, the girl as the daughter of the moon, she must have some kind of magic. The author mentioned the werewolf which is legend and magical. But the daughter’s magic is not written down. She has magic. Otherwise she can’t appear at the trunk of the car as her wish. Then all the girls stood as a circle. It’s like some sort of religious. I thought there would be something happened. Like they were calling the god of the moon? But no.
Then the author started to talk about moon moving and so on. But I can’t get any attractive from here. It seems like too far from my imagination. I can’t really understand why he talked about the traffic and why he mention the Fifth Ave? And yet, if he is a crazy fun of moon for sure because he can’t even make something happen when you see many naked girls? And you just call them Dianas? For me it made no sence.
At the last page of the story, I mean page eleven. This is the weirdest scene I’ve read. The moon was rising up from the sea. Ok. You can call it moon if you are the author. “ It emerged from the sea dripping a trail of green, glistening seaweed; spouts of water gushed in fountains form fields that lent it the sheen of an emerald.” Ok, it’s so beautiful I know but this is not the moon we can recorgnize. I will name it Greanmoon or Seaweedmoon if I want. Then after all he said I recognized Diana. Wait a minute. You just called them Dianas. I thought all the girls look like the same. Now you find your Diana. I mean I admit that the author has great imagination and vocabulary but it totally makes no sense to me.