Shakespeare "I ... followed a dream. I did as I saw best, at the time."
"What win I, if I gain the thing i seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?"
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep."
Dream commissioned Shakespeare for two plays, this, The Tempest is the second of the 2. The story was a little more convoluted than normal, and the dialogue changes between old and modern day English made some pages seem jarring, since Old English does not flow off ye tongue or process in ye olde brain as easily or quickly as normal English. Another contributing factor was how the art / style would change between pages, vacillating between author dream state (watercolory feel) and reality state (small pen strokes, convultued inking).
Between the reader being not used to Olde English language and the scizophrenic like art style switches it made this particular issue hard to read and came off as less enjoyable than other ones. This is a pity as there are some absolutely lovely passages and dialogue in this well written conclusion to a major Sandman Story.
Bonus points: Stained Glass Windows of Dream's cathedral featuring The Endless.