Two years after I accidentally obtained a copy of the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, I am now finally done reading the series. The concept of Dream has never been brought into this level elaboration, if not re-imagination. If before dreams seemed only the hazy events unfolding only in the sleeping hours, dreams (or perhaps Dream) have transformed into a pale Lord who/which inhabits our waking and most importantly our dreaming world(s).
One thing I can only say about sharing this little accomplishment is that it will be difficult to recount the stories and the reading experience. Needless to say, you must read the series yourself.
A short line which left an impression on me came from William Shakespeare as he talked to Morpheus on the way to his castle: “…life is no play. We meet people once, and never see them again. There is no shape to events, no point at which we turn to the audience for their praise. No time at which we step behind the stage, to see the actors changing their wigs, and painting their faces, and muttering their lines.” Dreams fuel our lives. Life is not what it is now without dreams. And dreams are reality and fiction at the same time.