Am I dreaming?

I have my old "job" back!
Yesterday my newspaper rang and said they had resurrected  the cartoon page.
So I rise again from the ashes like Phoenix.  I stand up from the heap of ashes, where I have been sitting like Job scratching my sores with a potsherd. So weird.
 Maybe I am dreaming and the sleeping mind have lured me into a "wish fulfillment" dream. Soon I will wake up and say: "I dreamt that I got my old job back drawing the old Tuula cartoon, isn't that weird".
What was it the the philosopher said again: Am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a philosopher- or is the other way round?
Anyway, now I have to draw the cartoon again, damn it.
Unless I wake up.