This is my fan fiction involving DC Comics character Sandman, that I wrote in 1992 while in Japan. This is the end of the story... then again, when one dream ends, another will begin.
Dream, aka Morpheus (and Oneiros the Shaper, the Shaper of Form, Lord of the Dreaming, the Dream King, Dream-Sneak, the Cat of Dreams, Murphy, Kai'ckul and Lord L'Zoril,) rules over the world of dreams. He is one of the seven Endless: Dream, Destiny, Death, Desire, Delirium (formerly Delight, but is now two in one), and Destruction.
After being captured and held prisoner for 70 years, Dream is now back in business, rebuilding his kingdom... but there is still much he doesn't know about the power vacuum that occurred in his absence. He has been around for billions of years, but still does not know all that much about humans, as he has, in the past merely acted as King... a king unaware of what his subjects and realm requires outside of the basics.
Introductory song? 'nuff talk… must read…
LOVE IS A DREAM
by andrew joseph
"Begin the day with a friendly voice,
A companion, unobtrusive plays that song
That's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood."
Flying through the airless air, Matthew flaps his ebony wings as fast as he can. Approaching the open antechamber window of his master, Lord Morpheus, he pulls up and flaps his wings in a retro-direction. He lands gracefully on the windowless window sill and hops through into the bright room.
"Hello, Matthew. All is well here?" asks the Sandman.
"Yeah, Boss. No problems here. CAW. Though we did suddenly get an onrush of visitors a short while ago. How about with you?" asks the raven.
"The situation has been rectified. Satan's plot to usurp my power has been stopped. However, it vexes me that it was able to go on for so long. My negligence has caused many innocents to suffer."
"What about your girl-" begins Matthew as he catches the scowl on Morpheus' face. "er... the -CAW- mortal, Meridia? What of her?"
"I proved to Lord Satan that his claim on her was incorrect. Meridia has come back into the dreamfold. She shall exist with us now."
Matthew flaps his wings excitedly, scattering a few more pin feathers. "So you will get to see her whenever you want?"
"No. She will work as a servant to her Ladyship Eve. I expect she will not need to see me so soon."
"Caw. Chicken," mutters Matthew.
"What's that? What about chicken?"
"Uh, I meant, what about that chicken, Satan? What's to stop him from trying again, Boss?"
"I fail to see why you would call the Evil one a fowl. Though pronounced the same way, certainly you are aware the spelling is different. But to answer your query, there is nothing to stop Satan from trying again. Except perhaps, my ire. Oh, by the way, I really must ask Lucien about his cable TV."
In Hell, a demon named Urkel is being forced by his master most foul, Lord Satan, to wear a mask from an ancient gallery. All of Hell cowers in terror. Urkel is being punished for his master's failure. In Hell, as it is on Earth.
Releasing herself from the dream, she flits back down into a light sleep. Her radio alarm clock wakes her up five seconds later.
Awake and refreshed from a full nights sleep, fifteen-year-old Jean Beddoes smiles. She knows she has just had a powerful dream, but can't remember it.
"Oh well, she says, "at least my favourite song is playing."
"Cheer up sleepy Jean. Oh, what can it mean to a day-dream believer and a home-coming queen?"
- 30 -
There are plenty of songs written about dreams... which in itself makes me curious...
The introductory song is The Spirit Of Radio, by Rush… one of the best rock groups ever… and from Toronto. People in Illinois might know of them south of the border… but outside of there and Canada… hmmm.
It only seemed appropriate to have a song entitled the spirit of radio lead off this final chapter… bookending it with a song on little Jean's radio playing The Monkees' Day Dream Believer.
There's another Doors line in there: "…a mask from an ancient gallery". I guess I must have really been into The Doors in 1992. Not surprising, really. My late friend Doug McIntosh was a Doors fiend, and littered his letters to me with arcane references to Morrison and The Doors. He used to call me Ray—as in keyboardist Ray Manzarek—because I played and taught keyboards. He… he was James Douglas McIntosh… Jim… which was close enough to James Douglas Morrison, lead singer of The Doors.
In the epilogue, a relaxed Morpheus appears to me to be about as socially hep as Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory - especially when discussing chickens, being chicken, fowl or foul… Is he really so socially awkward - yes. He knows what he knows. He has the Universe to reign over in Dream, so not picking up on every creature's nuance could be forgiven. He's not God, you know.
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. Sorry if you didn't. It was 23 years ago when I wrote it, and I'm pretty sure I'm a much better writer now. No... probably not.
Somewhere fair is foul and foul is fair,
PS: If you are going to borrow, borrow from the best - like Macbeth. Ooh. Good thing I'm not in a theatre.