Mr Sandman, Bring Me A Dream
Left oar. Right oar. Left oar. Right oar.
As my small boat gently drifts downstream on the current, I pause and look above me at the tall trees that overhang the river. For a moment, I’ve completely forgotten the bustling floor of the exhibition, the Minecraft tournament and the explosive death-matches taking place not a dozen paces away from me. For just a few quiet seconds, there’s just me, my silent passenger, and the river itself.
I am the Sandman, and this is my home.