![]() I'd had a true quest, a purpose beyond my function-and then, suddenly, the quest was over. I think I'll dismember the world and then I'll dance in the wreckage.ĭream: I was more powerful than I had been in eons. In the beginning I thought I'd tell them I was doing this and they'd make me ruler of the world if I stopped. I'm driving them madĭream: You are using the Dreamstone to do THAT? Why? John Dee: What does it LOOK like I'm doing? I've sent my little ruby into their deepest dreams, to dredge up the blackness from their souls. She realized the real problem with stories-if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.ĭream: What. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories,and puns and lost hopes.Īll Bette's stories end happily. ![]() John Dee: People think dreams aren't real because they aren't made of matter, of particles. What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven? But-you say that dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar. Helmet or no, you have no power here-What power have dreams in Hell?ĭream: You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly. The million lords of Hell stand arrayed about you. Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnesĭream: The wood of suicides has changed since my last visit to hell. I do not have high hopes for the meeting. I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud. The grains burn as they fall, reminding me of another in times long passed away. ![]() I sprinkle sand into the waters of night. I have always been solitary, but here on the nightward shores of dream, loneliness washes over me in waves, lapping and pulling at my spirit.
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