SANDMAN, BRING ME A DREAMDouglas had never spent much time in dreamland. In his childhood, sure, but as he’d gotten older, it seemed like his ticket to the place had been revoked. Sleep was a dark and static time when nothing happened. Since he’d died, though, his pass had suddenly become valid again and the conductor was making up for lost time. So once again he found himself dreaming of the past.…* * *“You’re sure you want to do this, then?” James looked on anxiously from the chair. Though the aging process was certainly slower in James than human children, it had still seemed like he’d only gotten the boy yesterday and now he was teetering into adulthood.Douglas pushed back his hat with his wrist, avoiding the parts of his hand that were covered with chalk. James handed him his handkerchief, and Douglas used it to swipe at the sweat beading on his forehead. He passed it back and stared at his work. He’d drawn and redrawn the symbols until he was positive that they were exactly right.“You have doubts?”James pulled up a chair and sat carefully, trying to not disturb his duster folded over the back of it.
