Book3:WereMyDreamIs

oralfragrance.Dimitrithensawthepeoplestreamingoutoftheirpcesofworship.Hesppedhisforeheadandsaid,“Oh!It’snotSundaytoday,sotherearenoservithosechurchesandtemples.Theywilgaiogoabouttheirbusinessandmaketheirliving.Thatisthepriustpayfortheirexisteatleastintheirheartofhearts,theyhaveanaltarfortheirgodwheretheyfesstheirsins,askfivenessandmaketheirsoulspureagain.AlthoughIamnotafrequentchurchgoer,butihofmyheartthereisaerreservedfionwhereIoftengotogairengthandpower.”AsDimitriwalkedalohatthepeoplehepassedwereallsmiling,happyandverypolite.“Ah!Thatisreallyanewworld!”ThenhewonderedwhyhehadtowaittillhewasfastasleeptogotohisKingdomofDreams?“Iamfullyawakenowandwalkingihrivingandbustlingstreetsofthemundanewor