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the dream hunters Last night after enjoying a second day in a row of unseasonably warm weather here, I sat down to read my newly acquired copy of The Dream Hunters. The mood was right with a slight breeze coming through the window and Mozart playing in the background. There wasn't anything to distract me as I read something that I had first heard about months ago. After a long absence, Neil Gaiman finally wrote a new Sandman tale and I was hungry for it. A few years ago he had simply walked away when he had felt that he was finished, but even then I wanted more. It was sad to see his creation end and I haven't found anything like it since that time. Now for just a brief amount of time I could hear another story of Dream. Maybe I am being too harsh, but it all seemed to happen too fast. Perhaps my expectations clouded my reason. Maybe Neil did what he always does, but I have changed and it missed me this time. Then again one story from him was never enough. Even when the Sandman title was still alive and breathing, I was never satisfied. He fed my need for tales of foreign lands and strange creatures that live in the world of dreams. So often I wanted to dream what he wrote, but I didn't. The balance between the illustrations and the text didn't seem right to me. There should have been more of one or the other. The full-page watercolor illustrations were lush, but I think that I would have preferred a more traditional panel format or more of them. For me the one issue desert story from the series worked much better. It too was painted but still used panels to tell the story. Maybe I should finally make my own story instead of feeling let down by what others give me. I need to do something creative again and this little project doesn't count. One would never guess from what I wrote, but yesterday was much better than Monday was for me. The half-asleep feeling that had had a hold of me for most of Monday was gone and I could relax. I could take pleasure in simple things like reading, which is what I did. Clouds had settled across the sky before I fell asleep this morning and I knew that the temperature would drop in the coming hours. Then early this evening I woke confused as falling rain and lighting filled the sky. There hadn't been any mention of rain in the forecast. Then to add to my confusion I had no idea what day of the week it was or whether or not I had slept through the entire night. It took me close to ten minutes to get my bearings back. I knew that I had slept soundly, but this was the first time in weeks that I have been that disoriented upon waking. Then as the night went on, I started to regret ever having gotten out of bed. My sinus cavity felt like a desert and became the focus of my evening. The pain filled my head to the point that I couldn't concentrate on anything else, but the space between my eyes. Not being able to breathe makes a great appetite suppressant.
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