As a kid I used to dream of starry apparitions.
I would be lying on the ground looking up at the night sky. While observing the twinkling stars, there is suddenly a great transformation of things. The lights become brighter, and the milky way literally turns into a ever changing river of white liquid entity filling and dancing in the overall.
Intriguingly, great wheels would appear and turn in the sky. From time to time, steam locomotives made of constellations would emerge and cross the visual field. All sorts of heavenly machinery would start appearing here and there, with their unique motions and styles of presences.
The scenery fills me with awe, and my excitement would grow uncontrollably until it invariably culminates in a gasp.
At that moment of shuddering sensations, I would regain consciousness.
I would find myself wide awake in bed, wondering whence these wondrous images came.
Although quite fantastic out of proportion and unpredictable in emergence, those visions of starry apparitions are cherished gemstones in the chest of my life's memory.