The Queen of Dreams is a mysterious figure who often takes refuge in my mind, as she finds it entrancing to participate in the games I host. Through her blank eyes, she sees far past mere physical sight, into the dark corners and quiet fantasies of everyone - from the most lonely and withdrawn to the social butterflies so immersed in intrigue and gossip that they start to lose sight of themselves. Her sister, the Queen of Nightmares, is more elusive but just as powerful. With long fingers that weave the winds of dreamstuff into the most frightening and disturbing of demons and visions, she sits quietly to the side, watching. Lurking the the corner of the blackest nights and casting long shadows at midday, she has yet to reveal herself. Though the two of them together can create nights that change the course of human history, in the average person's life they are rarely more than figments - the barest whispers in the back of their dreaming minds. This was drawn with mechanical pencils, then inked with 01 and 005 microns. There is a very nice print of this picture available. Email me.