This fey is not ruled by the natural laws, it exists beyond time and space with the power to make elder gods tumble in their slumber causing rippling waves of force to tear asunder reality itself. Ruled only by the ever changing laws of imagination it is wholly alien and bizarre being, incomprehensible outside dreams and unexplainable inside them.

However, creatures unable to sleep would see nothing more but a bland flesh and blood man of perhaps some vague elven origin with tussled auburn hair and ravenous, maddened look to his tattooed face. As real as a dream itself there was no physical substance to touch, and indeed to creatures unable to sleep he hardly even existed at all.

Even those lucky few around still able to see dreams, or Dream to be precise, would find the nagging reality of waking world trying to rip one away from the mere presence of this fey unless they whisked themselves deeper into slumber, struggled to hold to the last fleeting strands of succulent imagination that could fill their hearts deepest desires.

And Dream as it is, was all about filling deepest desires.