I seemed swinging in a mighty rhythm through orbit vastness.

Sparkling points of light spluttered and shot past me.

They were stars, I knew, and flaring comets, that peopled my flight among the suns.

As I reached the limit of my swing and prepared to rush back on the counter swing, a great gong struck and thundered.

For an immeasurable period, lapped in the rippling of placid centuries, I enjoyed and pondered my tremendous flight.
But a change came over the face of the dream, for a dream I told myself it must be.