The moment he read the story in LIFE, Aquarius had become infatuated with Armstrong's recurrent dream. It was a beautiful dream - to hold one's breath and to levitate; not to fly and not to fall, but to hover. It was beautiful because it might soon prove to be prophetic, beautiful because it was profound and it was mysterious, beautiful because it was appropriate to a man who would land on the moon. It was therefore a dream on which one might found a new theory of the dream, for any theory capable of explaining this visitor of the night would have to be inadequate, unless it were ready to declare that levitation, breath and the moon were not proper provinces of the dream.
from Of a Fire on the Moon (1969) by Norman Mailer