My dream about an alien

My dream Last night I had a dream that an alien had come to interview me and vice versa. He wanted to know how we call this round place, that they see from their place in space. They say we look like Bologna, from the light years away, so they call us the Land of Bologna, "Bo" for short. Therefore, they call us "Boings", yes, human boings. Well, I said that we thought the moon looked like Cheese, so I can totally understand. The main concern the alien had was what we had in our “Elevated Auditory Receptors”, and I said, you mean our EARs? Oh, yes, he said. Well, we wear earrings. Oh, earrings, I like that. Is it like the planet that has rings around it? Yes, I said, we call it Saturn. And by-the-way, the Land of Bo is called Earth. Ok, said the alien, so EAR and EARTH, that must have something in common. Two new words for my new “Bo” vocabulary. Ok, lady “Bo”, so where do I get some “earrings”? Well, I said, you can buy them all the way from Walmart, or even at Tiffany’s, it depends on your budget. Ah, so Boings have budgets… how do you get that? Me: Have you heard about working? We have a system in which you provide some service, and they pay you. So, you save your “money” and you start a budget based on how many bills you have to pay. All this was totally foreign to my little alien. I asked him, so do you guys wear some clothes? Or do you travel naked all over the universe? Yes, we don’t have any clothes, that is why there is so much fog so you cannot see us. We are embarrassed. Where can we get some clothes? Again, Walmart? Or perhaps Sacks 5th Avenue, I added. So, if you see a naked alien at Walmart, sorry, I referred him there and he is looking to make “Bo” Jeans a fashion statement throughout the Universe. That was the end of our conversation… so many questions that I had. Do they eat? How do they stay in shape? How do they communicate? Do they have babies? I am sure they have the same questions of us “Boings”. He seemed to like the idea that we have a sense of humor, and that laughing sounded like the "trickling of crystals". He really liked the sound of laughter. So, wishing you a lot of laughter in 2025, my dear Boings and if you have an encounter, send them to Target this time.