Dreaming Awake in a Dome of Light

I didn’t expect to spend my night under the stars.

After the State of Mind Conference, my heart felt both full and drained, in a way only emotional days can leave you. I met my sister for pizza and wine. Something comforting and grounding. We laughed, shared stories, and just enjoyed the gentle rhythm of the evening together.

She then mentioned she had an extra ticket to the Dorrance Dome Grand Opening. Initially, I wanted to head home and rest, but a quiet voice inside encouraged me to stay a bit longer and see how the evening would unfold.

So I agreed.

We arrived, stepping into a luminous world. Guests wore stunning attire, sparkling gowns, tailored suits, and graceful shapes. Initially, I felt out of place, having just come from a business conference, but my sister looked at me as if I belonged. That gave me confidence, and I embraced the moment.

We moved through a glowing tunnel, a corridor of light that felt like stepping from the ordinary into the extraordinary. Near the entrance, I noticed a small shop with a journal decorated with constellations, a soft shirt, and a galaxy nightlight. Instinctively, I knew I had to get them. I’ve always loved stars and believed they tell stories. Acquiring these items felt like giving a gift to my younger self. The dreamer gazing upward, seeking something greater.

Upon entering the Dome, it felt familiar, reminiscent of the Sphere in Las Vegas, but gentler and more intimate, built to comfort rather than overpower. The lights dimmed as the world faded into silence.

And then, suddenly, we were everywhere.

Floating through the universe.
Gliding above Arizona’s deserts and mountains.
Walking through the glowing streets of Japan.
Breathing in the beauty of Donostia-San Sebastián.
Wrapped in galaxies, colors, sound, and motion.

It was like dreaming with my eyes open, as if I were being embraced by wonder.

I came to understand that I needed this.

I had to remind myself that the world remains filled with surprises for the heart. Even exhausting days can conclude with moments of awe. Sometimes, the universe gently guides us into experiences we were always destined to encounter.

After the show, I hugged my mentor, talked with a colleague, and enjoyed a quiet dinner with my sister. The night didn’t demand anything from me. It simply invited me to receive.

I came home with a cozy constellation journal in my hand, my room softly illuminated by a gentle galaxy light, and I felt a smile grow on my face.

Some nights lack grand significance; they simply serve as gentle reminders.

We belong to wonder, and it's okay to be amazed. Even after long days, the universe can still bid us goodnight with a gentle kiss.

Always Dreaming,

Deja 🤍