Wow. This is what Rick Veitch is doing these days, after parting company rather acrimoniously with DC over the Swamp Thing mess. He is, quite literally, following his dreams, putting what comes into his head after a good nights sleep down onto paper and selling it to anyone who'll buy. It got a three month preview from Dave Sim in Cerebus, Dave himself produced some of his dreams for depiction in the first issue, and Neil Gaiman is doing the same in this and the following, so only one question remains: What the hell?
These, folks are strange stuff. Not that I've ever had linear or sensible dreams myself, but the translation of these from Veitch's head onto paper and into the readers is really bizarre. These don't follow any pattern, there are no clear reference points, but somehow, somewhere, there are glimpses of something that I could perhaps recognise. Weird. Neil Gaiman's dreams, whether due to a different (more balanced?) personality, or through a liberal coating of storytelling varnish, make more sense, and simply look like some of the stranger of the short stories he has done. But Veitch's? Strange as bejeezus, man.
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