I shouldn't write about them, because writing about your dreams makes you remember them more and I don't want to remember them more, right now. Every night it's something. Which doesn't mean that there aren't some good dreams - or at least interesting - happening at the same time. The one which ended with me getting eaten by sharks had started out as a fun adventure story comic book, about a couple of boys traveling between dimensions, obviously strongly influenced by a story I recently read in Asimov's with a touch of "Island of the Sequined Love Nun." I remember being annoyed that the artist had made the main character look so much like a blond Harry Potter.
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