Okay, I’ll bite. What’s the deal with the Sandman in red and yellow. I swear to gods I’ve never seen a picture of him before and yet he seems damn familiar.
The more you learn about our world the more you will realize that the amount of extranormal occurrences we know of. All of the aliens, and gods and monsters that have so radically altered our society inside a single human lifetime? Every battle we've seen? Every war we've survived?
They are the TINIEST point of an iceberg of reality so far beyond our ability to effectively record and collate that we can only infer its existence by bouncing knowledge off its shadow. Like the philosophical version of dark matter.
And the implications of this next one. Might make it harder OR easier for you to sleep at night.
(The ONLY good picture we ever got of this man. Was a real all hands on deck situation. Had something to do with Starro the Conqueror trying to put his mental whammy on the astral plane. Yeah. It's gonna be one of those stories)
The first anchor we can try to grab here is a doctor named Garrett Sanford. A world renowned neurologist with a specialization in the science of dreams he believed that there was an...underlying reality to which all human minds connected. The source of our creativity, our imagination, all things we are able to envision that are not directly before us. Attempting to access this "Dream Stream" as he called it he was supported by a government initiative named "Project: Sandman" of course officially named in honor of the folk character. But also partially inspired by Wesley Dodds' use of the name during the war years.
Activating his machine something went...wrong. Sanford was pulled into this astral space and seemingly trapped there. Given the ability affect human minds and unconsciousness on a mass scale but only able to maintain a physical form in our reality for one hour out of every day. Using his knowledge and seemingly energized by the new frontier he set out not only to study this Dream Stream but also to protect human minds from those beings who exist on that plane of reality who might seek to do mankind harm. He called them Nightmares, and he became known in higher up circles when he saved life of the president.
This was the functional status quo for years. If you have the brain itching inkling you've seen this man before, it's because you have. We all have. Events in the psychic plane where he was present to stop malicious thought creatures from doing mankind harm. Like any hero I think him for his sacrifice even if I can barely define what it might consist of.
Something...changed. After the seeming death of young hero Hector Hall AKA the Silver Scarab. By some arcane mechanism I can't even begin to categorize he was chosen to take Sanford's place (what became of Sanford afterwards is altogether unknown). Using his temporary ability to reach out to this plane he was even able to take along his love, the second heroine to call herself Fury.
Soon after though the corner of the dream realm they inhabited began to degrade. Became...malignant. And infested with creatures who wanted to do all mankind harm. As ever the pair acted as heroes, same as they've always done. The crisis was averted, the heroes returning to life for a brief period only to vanish after the Spectre's temporary crusade against all magic. Their death is...frustratingly unconfirmed by all those with magical know how. So we can only hope that wherever they are. Their own dreams are being rewarded for their good deeds.
Researching this one was a lot of cul de sacs and tiring research with very frustrating people who wouldn't answer a straight question to save their lives. I'm gonna need a LONG nap when this is over.
(Gwen's notes to those beyond: (Yes this is a regular thing now. No big deal but I was told to help smooth out any confusion from here on in). Sid doesn't know about the Endless. At BEST he thinks they're a kitschy new age spiritualist scam. It. Will. Stay. That. Way.)
(I think some of you fail to understand that by even keeping this blog open to you people Sid ALREADY has his toe over a line he doesn't know exists. Putting even this much information on paper FOUGHT him for three days. He crashed into bed at 7 PM on a Sunday night and I feel content in saying he will stay there until 7 tomorrow morning so that me and some...silent friends can make sure all his mental belfries are cleared of anything nasty that might have come home to roost with this topic floating around in his mind's eyes.)
(No offense. I like you guys. I'm sure he would be THRILLED to know just how...wide, a readership he was getting. But make no mistake any of you fuck around trying to turn his head to face the fourth wall I will wipe his brain so fast to keep him safe it's not even funny. He's a good guy. He doesn't need that kind of attention from...parts unknown)
