A dream

He was lonely so he stepped outside. Throwing a net over the passing moon, he fixed himself in a basket and rode the night upwards. Gazing over the earth beneath he looked for signs of life, but nothing stirred. Near the apogee of darkness he cut the strings holding his basket to the net and fell through the emptiness. The basket tumbled through space and soon dropped away from him. Drifting towards land he spied a light beyond and swam towards it. The light grew brighter and warmer, flowing like water with hot peaks of foam. Splashing into the sun he swam through tides of liquid gold then dove beneath to seek the core. At the heart of the sun was another land, and setting foot upon it he felt strangely at home. Walking along he found a house much like his own, so he stepped inside. There was a warm scent drifting from the kitchen that promised a meal, and looking in there were two bowls of warm stew cooling on the table. Somehow confident of a welcome, he sat down to wait for his host.