Book2:KigdomIteDreams

ethat!Eveniftheyaredreams,theyarethefruitoftheborofmybraincells.No,theyotbeonlydreams.”Havingjustwakenedup,Dimitriwasagaihought.Herememberedoernoonwhenheandhisbeautieswerewhilingawaysometimebythesideoftheke.Thewarmsunandspringbreezemadehimdrowsyandhefelsleep.Hedreamedhesawaraggedvagabondwithawhitee,strugglingalonginadensefog,obviouslyablindman.No.Thatblindmanwashimselfbecauseherememberedhecouldonlydisfuzzylightandshadowyformsofpeople.Allofasuddenhemissedhisstepandfellintoswiftcurrentsofwater.Hecriedoutinfrightandwokeuptoseethebeautiessmilingathiminamusement.Oneofhisfeetwassoakedinthecrystalclearkewater!Atthetime,Dimitrireallydidn’tknowwherehewas.Hewastotallylost,fusedandbefuddled.WasitKingDimitriwhodreamedofapoorblindman,orwasittheblindvagabondwhodreamedofthehonorable,majestigDimitri?Realityanddreams–whichisreandwhichisfantasy?Perhapsbothwerereal,orbothwereunreal.Real,lifemayberal,situatedbetweendreamay.Orperhapsrealityisdreamsanddreamsarereality.Thetwoaresuperimposed,withnotraceofreality.Theidwaftedovermouth-wateringsmellofnewlybakedbreadandDimitriwasimmediatelyhitangofhunger.Hesuddenlysawthelightandmuttered,

    “Yes,itisreallyverysimple.Smelloffoodmakesyoufeelhungry.Noneedficordialectituitionisallthatisnecessary.Dimitri’sbrainswhirled.Heseemedtobefasatedbythisplicatedmindgame.Hetinuedinhistrainofthoughts.

    “MyKingdomofDreamswasbuiltbytheborofmybraincells.Butbraincellsareanicmaterialthingofthebrain.Theyarenotme.WhodesignedandbuiltthisbeautifulKingdomofDreams?Itisapairo