Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ues.Dimitricppedhishandssaying,“Thatismyidealworld.Iagisocietywouldbeewithion.” Helookedupandsawthewhitecloudhangingthereabovehimandthought.“Thatcloudlooksfamiliar.ItresemblesonefromtheKingdomofDreams.Perhapsithadtravelledthousandsofmilespassingthroughhillsandmountains,seasandosjusttofindme.Look!Itspurewhitecolorhasbeendirtiedinsomepces.Perhapsitfloatedaboveforestswhichwasonfireandhadbeenscorched.Perhapsitpassedthremetropoliswheretheairwasextremelypollutedandthereforewastaihem.IfthiscloudhadefromtheKingdomofDreamsinseare,whatcoulditwant?Dimitriturheswithisbrainandloandbehold,thattarnishedcloudbecamewhiteassnowagain.Thegrey,foggyandsmokyskyturnedblueagainandtheairbecameclearandevenhadafl