Used for short story

It was time to say goodbye, the next morning went to the joint vacation in Austria to an end. For the last time I walked late at night with my wife the porch of our apartment. The December night was cold and clear. Nestled amidst countless twinkling stars seemed full and round the moon over the jagged rocky massif of the Hochkönig. Blue Black he colored the firmament and the frost-covered winter meadows glittered like diamonds fields. White gray smoke left the chimneys of the village and light wind led approach the spicy smell of burning pine. We shivered and probably both thought of crackling log fire.
I put my head back and stared longingly into the pulsating throng of the starry sky. Superman would have to be, I sighed, closed my hands into fists, stretched his arms far above the head, and even though I did not believe in magic, I raised under the stunned gaze of my wife from the bottom of the porch from. Slowly at first, but soon faster and faster, I was floating in the air. Below me everything was small and distorted. Already I could see my wife no longer, but could still hear their cries weakly: 'To drive home you're back here'.
I had no fear of flying. On the contrary, I enjoyed it, enjoyed the zero gravity, controlled, with arms and legs flailing. Cocky I turned pirouettes, somersaults and hit narrowly avoided a crash in unfathomable depths. In front of me soon appeared flickering auroras. I came very close to them. Powerful light cascades threw yellow and green shimmering flashes through me. Before dark glowing light lances I got scared. They stabbed in the eyeballs and caused me pain. I hastily left the region towards the moon. The shimmering blue globe of the Earth shrank while on ball size. I was eager to experience all that what was coming. Move penetrated alien, rhythmic hiss, crackle and hum of almost hypnotic intensity to my ears. I knew at once: this is the sound spheres of the universe. Deep sorrow gathered my senses and tears welled up in my eyes. With age, the time goes faster and faster, I thought, feeling goose bumps covered my body.
Dejected I realized the meaning of earthly life into question and shouted into the void: I, I am nothing.
Unmoved took the stellar wind my words and took it away in the shimmering infinity behind the planet. I swallowed the lump in my throat down, stifled my feelings and continued to rise up. A black, slim silhouette appeared in front of me. They resembled a pen. Excited I reduced the distance and saw a spaceship. Stood on his sleeve: tour of 2008.
I watched my speed of the vessel in, emphasized on the outer skin along and came to a small cabin window. I eagerly looked inside. To a large mahogany table sat six young men in comfortable, orange armchairs. I recognized her immediately, it was the band Arctic Circle from the earth. The group was dressed in black. All kept a sheet of music in his hand that was described to the brim. Even as I looked at her, her lips were opened, and they began to sing together. Hard I pressed my ear to the window and very quiet I could hear the text:
We are alone, alone alone alone alone. We look into faces, wait for a sign, we are alone, alone alone alone alone.
From because alone, I thought sarcastically grinned and brought his fist down hard against the glass. It was a great success. Inside, they jumped as if struck by lightning together, their heads were flying around and they looked at me like a phantom. Tearful warped her mouth and the sheet music fell to the ground. Before I left my window seat finally, I saw the leaves pick up with funereal faces and stuck in a huge shredder.
And then I heard from outer space a brittle male voice:
'Traveler, Hello traveler, that I live to see,' said the voice, 'I have been around for decades no one visits, come, I invite you to tea.'
Only now I noticed my dry throat. I interrupted my flight and was looking for the unseen caller in the haze of the many star clouds.
On the lunar surface, something moved. An old, bent man beckoned to me from there against friendly. I was sure it could only be the man in the moon. I quickly overcame the distance and landed near him. But barely touched my feet the moon's surface as the ground gave under me, and I sank into liquid silver light.
The old man in front of me remained calm.
'That no one has ever managed to land in my moon Rosenteich' he growled, turned and said in going: 'I cook before the kettle'.
Quick handed me the light liquid to the chin and I almost drowned because published several beings, which reminded me of stick figure with star-shaped heads. According zirpend preconceived me four of them by the arms and by joining forces they pulled me out of the pond.
I was shaken, opened the sleepy eyes and looked into the worried face of my wife. 'Your fear cries were unbearable. I'm sorry I had to wake you. What did you dream? '
I told and they paid attention to my words. Shortly thereafter, I told her even breathing that she had fallen asleep. I lay awake for a long. The dream did not let me go. Just before also obeyed my eyes, I was suddenly blinded a bright light. Man on the Moon sent a light beam through the hallway windows in the stairwell and through the small opening of the spy in the front door to my bed. When the old man noticed that I hesitated to enter his transparent bridge, I heard him from afar insistently call: traveler, come on, I'm waiting, your tea is getting cold!