Book3:WereMyDreamIs

readybeentargetedforrevehathisenemieswerepnningtogettohimthroughhispreciousbeauties.ThatwasbecausetherewasnotraceofthethingsthathappehedimensionoftimeofhisKingdomofDreamsinhispresentpracticalworld.

    Chapter2TreasureandHatred

    ThiswasabouthalfaturyagowhenDimitriwasstilboy.Ortobemoreprecise,itwasafragmentofrecollesabouthispreviouslifethathadlingeredinDimitri’smemory-anindeliblepictureofaspringm.Thepureandclearmsunlightshohedipidatedbuildingsoftheslumswherethetrashinthedecrepitgarbageoverflowedtothegroundsurroundingit.Perhapsirashtherewasadeadcatwhosecarcasssentoffwaveafterwaveofrancid,stinkingodor.Likeapatientsufferingfromseveredepression,dismalmoodflowedinhislimbsandbody.Annoyinganddisorderlyswarmsoffliesbuzzedaroundnon-stop,refusingtobedispersed.Byceagustbreezepassedbycarryingalongwithitatinyflowerseedwhichwasdroppedactallyontothisdirtypatchofearth.heretowaterorfertilizeit,butthenutrientsiinthesoilprovidedenoughnourishmenttolettheseeddevelop,sproutandgrowintoalovelyflower.Theblossomingoftheflowergeddeagidmadethisdirtyandmessyplotofndintoaparadiseoh.

    Rhythmicalmusiotesfloatedintheairlikecolorfulbutterfliesdanginthespringbreeze.HundredsofpeopleassembledinthesquarebeforetheCityHall,seeminglythereforsomegatheringorfestival.Onthemakeshiftstage,skillfundprofitjazzmusiswentallouttratingonperfaicDixiendtypeofmusicothatwaslight,quidhadastrongrhythm.Dimitri’sweather-beateuresappearedbehindthergeballofpinkcottondy.Hewaslikeachildagain,ligatthedyinhishand,savitssweettaste.H