A night's dream..

Like a streak of silver, the shimmering ephemeral substance shoots through the clouds heading higher and higher past the gravity barrier, and into space. Moving with the force of a thousand kilotons and at the speed of light, the light whisper of a breeze zooms past the sun moving faster and faster through the seemingly endless vista of space, crossing completely the time-space continuum, till it reaches golden gates...
"Welcome," says the guard, steel helmeted with the red and purple crest of royalty, a golden breastplate across his frame, a blade of fire and light and wind in his hands, and wrapped in place of a cape on his back, wide pearly-white wings. The gates swing back open, and floating through, lighter than a feather, the ephemeral form steps onto golden streets.
There is a soft music upon the air, the meshing of various instruments and voices in constant crescendo, all into harmonious melody with perfect symphony. Yet, it is a quiet sound; there, yet not there, and the music swells and falls, rises and rolls, an atmosphere of music that seems to rise into nothingness. And the ghostly form seems to resonate in time with the sound.
Gliding down narrow streets and wide alleys, roads all paved in gold and inlaid in precious stones and jewels, floating in the sound of the ethereal music, the shimmering substance comes upon a place more beautiful than all previously seen. From within seems to issue the music which so enthrals its entire being. Floating forward as though drawn by invisible cords, the ghost comes upon an incredible throne room. In here, the atmosphere of music is more pronounced, as tangible as a sweet scent upon the air. From the throne a white light so bright, pulsating with so much quality and brilliance, the essence of all that is, all that would be..
And suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the ephemeral substance, light as a cloud, is yanked back with a force greater than anything conceivable. Tossed back, through the halls, and out into the golden streets, falling, falling out the gates and through the sun, back to the clouds and into my bed.
And so I woke.