Palindream

Man, those occasionally-occurring messed-up Rory Hell-dreams came back with a vengeance last night.
I was forced to take part in a weird futuristic Science experiment where I was teleported to the Moon. Something went wrong on the way and I ended up trapped in a heavily-weighted diving suit, trying to wade my way through some unexpectedly-custardly surface dust. After what felt like forever I had found myself in a canyon, walking down the final corridor of rock face until I reached the safety of the Moonbase. There were weird markings on either side of me, and just as I started running out of oxygen I realised that they were symmetrical letters, and I was walking through the middle of a palindrome. I recognised it as a computer-generated never-ending palindromic phrase and I knew with certainty that I would never make it to the Centre alive. I tried to call for help but my voice box had ceased working due to the weird effects of the gravity.
And I woke up, cold and confused.

RC 15-8-15