Reading in a Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was in some kind of old english township of some sort, flying over the tops of the buildings. I floated down to the street where I met a man I knew, but I cannot remember his face. I told him that this was a dream, and he argued with me that it was not. I told him that I couldn't really fly, that the only place I could fly was in my dreams and he told me that i was wrong. He seemed worried that he could be living in MY dreamworld. The man told me that if I was really dreaming, then I would not be able to read anything, so to prove it to him I looked around the apartment and I found and old leather-bound book. I took the book from the shelf and opened it up. At first, I did see letters on the pages, but they were scrambled and unreadable, so I concentrated, and started to read. The words on the page turned into pictures, and I was able to read the pictures as they told a story about two frogs who fell in love. The frogs got married and had hundreds of little frog babies. I closed the book and told the man that I was able to read it, but the words turned into pictures on the pages, and that I was indeed dreaming. The man turned and said to me, "the words on pages always turn into pictures, whether you are dreaming or not"