So I dreamed

I dreamed I was in some university/place and there were these two old gentlemen who taught people how to write stories or something.

I was with a friend, and discovered a comic book I had written that got published without my knowledge. In fact, I had even forgotten that I had written it. Before I read it, I was doing one of those stupid buzzquiz things, some multiple choice showing you pictures of reptiles, some cute some plushy some just...well ordinary snakes and bearded dragons. And I wondered if I would really enjoy watching a reptile if it just stood still for ages doing nothing.

Then I looked at the comic. The paper was damaged, but I saw the last page; it was most awkwardly formatted. There was a single panel with a dragon in it at the top. Then below it, a body of text, like a paragraph centralised.I didn't read what it said. Then the rest of the page was not a panel and had no text, just a picture of a dragon in pastels/chalks (?) flying across the sky.

Holy Jesus

A well meaning friend has just put a poem up on my wall about how people who die have not gone, they are just in heaven and near us all the time.

All the time! My father near us all the time!

Of course the poster didn't know, and nothing is ever accurate anyway. What matters is the kind feeling behind it, which I greatly appreciate.

Still, I might read the poem out to my brother just to watch his face.