Book3:WereMyDreamIs

theshacklesofthethreadandflyawayintotheskies.Butitsfootwasboundbythethinthread.Dimitri’sstorycametoacloseforthetimebeing.Charinaaddedsomemoreiitri’sgssandpouredmorewhiskey.Shedidthesameforherself.Shetookasipandasked,“WhenyouledthebeautiesonebyoheKingdomofDreams,whydidyetme?Whydidn’tyoutakemetheretoo?Ifyoudid,Iwouldhavehadmorematerialformywriting.”

    “Er...er...Ihoughtofitatthetime.”Dimitrihoughtshewouldasksuchaquestionanddidnotknowwhattosay.“ButyoumakeuseofthecreativityandimaginationthatisiinyouaeforyourselfyourownKingdomintheDreams.”

    “Butmykingdomwouldnotbeasbeautifundperfectasyours”

    “No.No.No.No.”saidDimitriwavinghishandsindisagreement.“Youjustoscattersomeseedsiilesoilofyourdr