I dreamt that I was in a long line of people, all waiting to climb these stairs. We were anxious but not irritated at the wait. Eventually, I made it to the top of the stairs, and when I saw who was waiting there, I burst into tears of joy: it was Dream, from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, as he was before he died. I don’t know why I cried, but I was overcome at seeing Dream for some reason. Dream then smiled at me, and I woke up.