Book3:WereMyDreamIs

keakaleidoscope.Whoknoillhappe?”tratingonhisthoughts,hedidnotnoticewherehewasgoirippedaonhisfacetotheground.“Ohgosh”hethought.“Thisisterribleandwillhurtmebad.Itmayevencauseacussion.”Butstraosayhenotonlysufferednopainbutfeltasifhehadndedohingsoft,likeamattresswithspringsinit.Hestretchedouthishandsstrokingthesurfaceofthismiraculousthingwhichhadcaughthisfalndfounditwasindeedanolddiscardedmattress.“Whowasthisthathavenardforpublicwelfareandthrowawaysuchargeobjectcarelesslyblogthesidewalk?”herailed.Butthehought,“Hey,butthat’sgoodforme!Hejustgavemeapcetosleep.Todayisafortunatedayindeed;whateverIwantandneedestomeeffortlessly.WhenIneedapcetosleepsomeonepreparesamattressforme!”Hemadehimselffortableontheoldmattressandwassoonsnaway.

    WhileDimitriwasstillinastateofbeinghalfasleepandhalfawakeinthemediumbetweeyandfantasy,hefoundhimselffloatinglikeafeatherupintheairashighasthedesertedwarehouse.Heawokewithastartthinkinghissoulhadlefthisbody,andatthatmomehisbodyfallingdownwards.Whenitwasalmosttougthegrouookadeepbreathahislungsbefilledwithair.Thehefppedhishandsaroundandatthesametimekickedhislegsasifhewereswimmingfrogstyle.Hestayedhisdestandmaoholdstilndfloat.Hewasnotswimmingierbutintheairandafterafewtrialscouldco-ordinatehishandsaandhisbreathingsowellthathecouldfloatforwardorbackwards,upordownandturnaroundatwill.

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    Suddenlyhefoundtohisincrediblejoythathecouldseeagaihoughtthatperhapsitwasjusthisimaginationaivityatworkthatwascausingthisillusion,butwhetheritwasrealorunrealdidnotmatt