Flash Fiction: Mr. Sandman Bring Me a Dream

The sandman visited soul after soul, offering escapism from the harsh reality of life. The only freedom for the sick, oppressed, and tormented. Death often lurked down the halls, cutting dreams short.

“They can’t live forever. I come for them all. You can’t save them.”

The Sandman sighed and stared at the night sky, making a wish upon the stars.

“Help.”

Dreams come true. The muses ride the REM waves, bringing new ideas and inspiring creativity upon waking. Sleep, the key to the unconscious world is humanity’s saviour. New thought seeds planted ready to turn into action. The Sandman plays his role in keeping death at bay.

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Loose story inspiration:
Recently I was discussing A Nightmare On Elm Street (2010) with a friend and I think the movie tempted The Muse. No doubt the franchise lives in my psyche, a childhood thing. The 2010 remake makes use of the old classic song “All I Have to Do Is Dream”. Interesting choice for a slasher, the tune stuck in my head for a while. Of course, Freddy Kruger, the dream serial killer, is more like the love child of The Sandman and Death. At any rate, it’s amusing where the brain plucks ideas for stories. What lurks beneath conscious thoughts?