Here there be manticores Welcome to Dreamland, where the stars are hungry and unspeakable horrors dog the dreamer's heels. Things are seldom what they seem in Dreamland: forests are labyrinths and butterflies have teeth. Nor is there any reliable map of the twilight continent. Every oneironaut charts their own out of the whole cloth of imagination. Nor is dreaming always a private affair. Not when everyone in town shares the...