Some dreams are far crueler than any nightmare.
Once when someone dear to me was ‘lost’ so to speak, I would dream of him, but those were always very bitter because even in my dreams I knew he wasn’t going to be there when I woke up. They would leave me so shaken sometimes I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning.
I feel like Sandman tries his best to console children with death, but is not his expertise. He sends them dreams of their loved ones that hurt more than help, and in this way Pitch is the hero for once.
What an interesting and extremely truthful concept. I’ve had, I think, maybe one or two dreams about my brother. But they happen so rarely that when I do dream about him, I wake up feeling really disoriented. The one I remember the most, he walked through the door, and we knew he was supposed to be dead and he was standing right there like nothing happened.
Then he told me to come out to my mom.
I mean it wasn’t bad, per say, but I was really shaken up after that because… what was he doing there? How did he even know about my partner when he wasn’t alive to meet her? But in the dream he knew her, in fact, they knew each other and talked, and just… in the end it ended up being what I needed to finally tell my mom, but at the time? I was completely frazzled and just… yeah. When he shows up it really kind of messes me up, because he never shows up you know?