Space Armillary

I am on a spaceship with a man and a woman. The spaceship is getting ready to take off. The woman is in the back putting things in drawers. I am amused and impressed at how homey this spaceship is, it’s like flying a nice bedroom around. The man is the pilot of the ship. He is about to jump to lightspeed, and I crack the cabin doors open to watch. I say, “This is my favorite part.” The stars start to turn into streaks, but don’t fully get going. We pass a mysterious object on the left, it looks like brass armillary compass surrounded by magenta glitter. I want to investigate it, but I also realize that there is so much to see in the universe that it is impossible to see it all.