Last night I dreamed that I was at a big carnival or party at this concrete dock by the sea. There were lots of people I knew, none of them well. When I looked up I could see stars in the clear blue sky, even though it was bright daylight. Except the stars were blue. And symmetrical, like a pattern, not random like stars. Like something big, hovering high.
I was trying to show everyone, and apparently no one could see them but me. But everyone who said they couldn’t see them, never even looked up at the sky.