What you never knew
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The Dream Lord
The Sandman, Morpheus, Oneiros, whatever you choose to call him. The shaper of dreams – Greek mythology. Colour that of sodium street lights (sepia) – “The colour of dreams”. Orange Harrington 12pt.
The Sandman’s words
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The Realms, or the Worlds.
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From “Through the Looking Glass” by Lewis Carroll
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Humans. The ones who know they are Dreaming. The ones who know about the Beyond. My favourite group. Sky Blue Century Gothic 11pt.>
<This piece is entirely composed by me. Helpful sources:
Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
The Sandman Series of graphic novels.>
Hollow breaths will mumble unknowingly the powerful words that once a powerful soul gave birth to. Peaceful, oblivious of the truth that glows from within the quotes, they hold the words as cultural banners in social gatherings. ‘ “We are such stuff as dreams are made of.” Shakespeare said it. You know what it means, kid? It means we are as powerful as the dreams we dare imagine in our lives. Doctor, engineer, or even becoming an astronaut like you are going to be.’
‘I shall wait,’ whispered The Sandman. ‘I shall wait, and see if they can wake to the dream.’
The Sandman has had few visitors since eternity. Not all in Dreamland know where they are.
‘Man, did you hear his voice? So deep. It was awesome! It was like, wait… yeah. "The Matrix is a computer-generated dream world." ‘
‘Wo man, that’s an awesome impression! They will be taking you instead of Fishburne as Morpheus in Reloaded.’
‘Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real?’
Laughter echoed through the streets as the friends walked home after the movie.
The words, impressions fade away as all cheap dialogue in action movies like The Matrix do. Action movies. Yeah, ‘action’ movies like The Matrix.
The Greek god of dreams is named Morpheus.
“Morpheus was the son of Hypnos, god of sleep, and he himself was the god of dreams.”
There have been visitors to The Sandman over the ages, of course, lone figures that stood the test of time and are still spoken of in cultural meetings. We have only understood and remembered the tips of the heavy, unknown icebergs they were. Da Vinci, Shakespeare, even Lewis Carroll, storywriter ‘for children’. The icebergs they were were often put into their works, subtly, so craftily you wouldn’t ever dare dream what they meant when they said:
`It’s only the Red King snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
`He’s dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: `and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’
Alice said `Nobody can guess that.’
`Why, about YOU!‘ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. `And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’
`Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice.
`Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. `You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’
And only the tips of the icebergs remain. ‘I wonder if ever anything so humorous as Through the Looking Glass was ever written. Why, I think it even surpasses Wonderland. Perfect children’s literature.’
Children. Those who believe in dreams. In more than one level. ‘Children’s literature.’ Jesus, if the grown-ups knew what growing up meant on a different dimension.
The Sandman shall wait.
The Wakers have had conflicts of their own, inside them. Identity crisis. The vacuum they unearthed Beyond the Dreaming has touched our lives too, in the library or in the movie hall, unnoticed, unrecognized.
‘Well, it’s no use your talking about waking him,’ said Tweedledum, `when you’re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.’
`I am real!’ said Alice and began to cry.
I am sure that Carroll has cried in his mind, if not outside, when he uncovered Wonderland and realized all that is Beyond is nothing. I know, because I have had stuff like that, too.
‘Wake to the desert,’ said Morpheus, a perplexed Neo to his side, ‘of the Real.’
– A Waker.