Dreamt I was a lighthouse keeper for the stars

I'm walking a spiral staircase that goes up past the clouds, and every landing has a window with a telescope bolted to it. But the telescopes are all pointed down at the ground, and when I look through one I see people in their kitchens, making tea, folding laundry, not looking up. I try to shout to them but my voice comes out as a faint aurora, green and stupid. I wake up and go outside and the sky is just ordinary — full of light pollution and one brave planet — and I feel like I've failed some cosmic errand I never signed up for.