Book2:KigdomIteDreams

autiesandthenewlystructedsolidgoldpace?Aretheyonlyfancifulcreationsofmydreams?No.No.Itshouldn’tbelikethat!Eveniftheyaredreams,theyarethefruitoftheborofmybraincells.No,theyotbeonlydreams.”Havingjustwakenedup,Dimitriwasagaihought.Herememberedoernoonwhenheandhisbeautieswerewhilingawaysometimebythesideoftheke.Thewarmsunandspringbreezemadehimdrowsyandhefelsleep.Hedreamedhesawaraggedvagabondwithawhitee,strugglingalonginadensefog,obviouslyablindman.No.Thatblindmanwashimselfbecauseherememberedhecouldonlydisfuzzylightandshadowyformsofpeople.Allofasuddenhemissedhisstepandfellintoswiftcurrentsofwater.Hecriedoutinfrightandwokeuptoseethebeautiessmilingathiminamusement.Oneofhisfeetwassoakedinthecrystalcle