Once upon a time, humanity reveled in a rich dream life. In fact, everyone believed that dreams were magic and brought one closer to meaning of life.
Under a crystalline sky, sleep made brother of pauper and king. It lavished itself easily onto all provided that one close their eyes and looked inward.

 

Then one day, humanity discovered science. Science introduced gadgets and concepts that rivaled the otherworldliness of dreamscapes.

Everyone from king to pauper thought terribly highly gadgetry and conceptions. Science became equitable to "reality." Dreamscapes waned.

 

Yet the impetus to experience life behind the veil of darkness could never be vanquished fully. Peeping at the midnight spheres via a telescope, man recalled that his destiny was supposed to be written up there somewhere.
Everybody approved the manufacture of a star-machine so everyone could better see what there was to see in the sleepness nights.

 

The star-machine sailorgineers saw a million perfect spheres spilt across dilated milky black framed by perfect silence---the stars, it seemed, were utterly, hopelessly speechless.
 

 

Silence, of all things, made the crew of the star-machine sleepier than the hibernating Ursa Minor. All the bright lights and oxygen tanks in the world couldn't entreat their eyes to remain wide.
One by one, each went to his or her bunk, strapped in, and drifted off in the ultimate drift of space where the sleepiest of sleeps might slept.
 

 

That night, the sailorgineers dreamt dreams huge enough to fill a vacum. They dreamt themselves back and forth through time faster than any rocket dare dream. They dreamt themselves out of war and poverty, dreamt themselves into love and forbearence.
They actually dreamt themselves into the stratosphere where they landed with a thud and awoke in the dusk.
Crowds, droves, schools, herds, murders of people amassed themeselves around the sailorgineers. They waved their arms about furiously, brandishing artifacts of science, begging and demanding, "What? What was it that you saw? What insight into life? We've been waiting so long!"
The crew looked out into everyone's eyes and saw the liquid black orbs cast in silence and perfection, as numerous as the planets. The crew opened their mouths intending to describe vectors and retrograde bodies and methane atmospheres, but what came out were their dreams, exploding and wet.