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March 25, 2008
The Sandman is my friend. He never asks anything from me, and he always seems to know what will make me happy. Once he has sprinkled my eyes with dream dust, I am carried off into the world that has everything I want--to the world that I control, the world that follows my every whim. Every morning, as the sun's rays melt the dust off my eyes, I find it harder and harder to leave the loyal Sandman behind.

But something must have happened for today the Sandman is my enemy. In my deepest dreams, everything simply went wrong.