Anyway...

Eat my dust, rocket equation! Let's dance among the orbits. How fast can I circle around this asteroid, mimicking an orbit around something much much denser? It's a fun game. It's even more fun when the asteroid he's circling around starts lighting up in ring patterns, as if playing with him. He shoots lightning down at it in response, and the lights dance and spin joyfully, as if ticklish.

When he eventually gets bored and starts a long burn towards a greenish cloud in the far distance, the asteroid... Follows him? Huh. Sure. Nice to meet you, dream-buddy-rock. Well, it's nice to have company that doesn't feel like company, that isn't someone wearing him down and out. He sets down on it and rests and watches for a while.

...This dream sure is going on for a while though, isn't it?

He retreats to the cave and paces and pinches himself to try to wake up. Then he goes back out to space and... Feels...

There is a hole in the world off that way. It feels like the barren place, with the glass. He flies to it, asteroid buddy getting bored and wandering somewhere else. 

'Barren' is perhaps not quite the correct descriptor. The locals, clockwork hive-sisters, build hives of brass. The black oily sand bears trees of iron and coppery wildflowers. Everything is oil and metal, yes, but that's not barren- Just incompatible with human needs.

Yes, he recognizes this place, the portal from space dumping him out here high above the ground. He lets himself fall, driving himself sideways towards a certain hill he knows. He knows how to work the sand. Some of the metal trees have taken well to his little far-off garden too. He's been to this place a couple times before, though he often needs to return to the cave or outer space, to drink water and bask in the sustaining glow of cosmic radiation respectively.

They're sprouting. Iron rods twining upward and splitting into rust-colored leaves. It's oddly pretty. But he's here to practice glass, as usual. He found a convenient spot where three seeps of sand seem to slowly ebb forth, like tar pits. The three colors all turn to glass under his hands, clear or dusty or opaque. He started molding and shaping them by hand, and his first crude attempts are ugly as hell. This is a dream. She should be able to make art. So he comes back, fairly often, and tries again, and again, stubbornly. He has tools, also made out of glass, or bits of discarded plantmetal, to sculpt with. A crude ruler, a straightedge, a teensy little drill, pliers, a spindle that he can make gooey glass strands with... Though that often ends up as just a lumpy mess...

Sculpting can't hold his attention for very long anymore, though. This dream he's trapped in is honestly very concerning.

What places has he visited in it, again? The metal forest, here. Outer space. The purple rain-world with that oddly depressing campfire. The overly cutesy My Little Pony-ish place he took one look at and backed right out of.

There should be a couple more, right? He remembers the feeling of the portals to each of those, and there are two he hasn't visited yet. And maybe a third he felt, briefly, once, but that might have been his imagination? One... Clean, prim, preppy almost. Reachable from the fairy tale glen. He barely remembers it, really. Another felt like hustle and music and electricity. That one, he remembers the location of, it was in outer-space-land. So he knows which one he's visiting first (after fetching some of the more redeemable art pieces into his cave).

He flies back up into the sky high above the oily and metal world, and back into outer space, and then settles in for a long, long three day burn, with turnaround and deceleration halfway through, towards the hustle-music-electricity feeling portal.

It gives him a lot of time to think.

He wishes he had some music.