When I was a kid I had a recurring dream about being lost in stars. It wasn’t always exactly the same every time, but the theme was the same: I would be spinning around at night until I fell down, facing up. The world would feel like it was still spinning and pulsing from my spin as I laid there, staring up at the night sky. The stars filled the sky in an abundance that I never saw in waking life. There were colors and groups like the Milky Way but also like galaxies and large planets. The stars and planets were moving fast through the sky and I felt like I was getting lost in them. Sometimes I felt like I was rising up to them. Other times I would stand up and reach as high as I could, trying to touch them.
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