The Sandman

In my dream, I was climbing an endless mountainside, struggling for the peak. At the top, when I finally reached it, he sat waiting for me. He may not have spoke at all and it was the voice from everywhere else that I heard, but I was told something that I already knew but haven't been doing. And that was do something. In his story it was much the same thing, and it was this small part from a large anthology that has stayed with me for so many years.

Later that morning, I checked Neil Gaiman's web site and found dates for his book tour had been posted that same day. I will be traveling a few hours south to Seattle to see him in a few weeks. If I find the nerve, I may tell him about this coincidence, and about the small part that changed my life.