Book3:WereMyDreamIs

yalservantswouldpopupsuddenlywheexpected,butwithorwithoutoutsidehelp,Dimitrikhathemustmakehisownwayallbyhimself.Hebelievedhewaswalkingtowardsthewestbecausehecouldfeeltheremnaofthesettingsunshineonhisbodymakinghimfeellightandfortable.Fastcarsswooshedbyhimoandchaotichumanvoicesroseandfellroundhim.Astrangeideasuddenlycametohimashewalked.HefeltthatwalkinginthisnoisyandbusymetropoliswasactuallynotthatmuchdifferentfromstrollingontheridgesofthefieldsinhisKingdomofDreams.ThecarsrushingbywerejustliketheschoolsoffishesswimmingireamsintheKingdomofDreams.Thechaotichumanvoicesalroundhimwerelikethemyriadsofflowersthatbloomonthefields.Oryousaythatthemyriadsofflowersthatbloominthefieldarenoiselesschaos,whil