That picture up there looks like it might be the fireworks you were seeing while lying down. I would peg you to see a ghostly figure trotting about your fireworks.

July is the best month: grass that grows like weeds always tickling the ankles, insects singing their hearts out, heat that just sits comfortably on your skin, and those colorful sparks of light shooting up to the treetops from the neighbor's house. July just never gets old.