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Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman is the chronicler of Vertigo's Morpheus, alias the Sandman,
the being that interrupts your sleep with visions of other worlds and gives the Andrews
Sisters fits. After spending eighty-some-odd years trapped in a bottle in the London flat of mysticist
Aleister Crowley (now you know why you've been sleeping so badly), the Sandman escapes and reclaims his rightful
throne as Lord of Dream.
Holed up in the Dreaming, where he lives with Cain, Abel, and a host of sundry spirit servants, Morpheus hangs out with his sister Death and the rest of the Endless, mourns his dead son Orpheus, and generally shows slumbering mortals fear in a handful of dust. Morpheus is no longer with us (or, to be more precise, he's always been with us), but Gaiman's mysterious epic lives on in the memory like fragmented images of dream under the first rays of the sun.
Gaiman has also penned several novels, the only one of which I'm familiar with (and quite enjoyed) is the Douglas Adams-inspired Good Omens.