Book2:KigdomIteDreams

heese!”excimednaughtygirlDornaandloandbehold,itappearedtoo.Shetookupherknifeandforkbutsaidwithafrown,

    “Ionlysaiditinfun!Whowantssuchgreasyfoodsoearlyinthem?”Sheputdowensilsoeandimmediately,hersilverptewiththelobsterdisappearedpletelyfromsight.Thebeautiesagainexcimedinshodsurprise.KingDimitriwascurious.

    “Letmetry,too”hesaid.“Iwantagssofredwinemorethanahundredyearsold.”Strangelyenough,acrystalgssappearedinhishandandfromabovehimintheair,aninvisiblehandpouredredwiohisgobletrightuptothebrim.KingDimitrihesitatedforamoment,aookasip.Thetastewasstrongbutfragrantandhecouldfeelthewinegodowninahotliraighttohisstomach,makingitfeelwarmandcozyasspring.KingDimitriagainlosthimselfinreverie.

    KingDimitrisippedhiswineandwasagainlostinreverie.Hethought,

    “penedhereisreallyunbelievable.ThisisreallyamagicaldimensionandmykingdomofDreamsjusthappeobesituatedhere.Whosaypensindreamsisnotreal?Atthetimeithappens,dreamsareabsolutelyreal.Whosaythismagicaldimensioexistiexpansionoftheuniverse?Takethiscrystalgobletinmyhandforexample,andthishundred-year-oldredwi.WhenIdrinkit,itgivesmeawarm,cozyfeeling.Whosayitishisluxuriouspace,thismagnifitpadallmyloyalsubjects,don’ttheyreallyexist?Thetwenty-fourbeautiesinthepacearepartofmybraincells.ecialfatesawaittheminmybraihinghereistheproduyimaginationaivity.Yes,theyareallreal,theseproduyimaginationaivity.Whatisimagination?Whatiscreativity?Theyaremytwoloyalservants,wdiligentlyformetwenty-fourhoursofthedaywithoutfoodorrest.Theyaretwoworkaholics.Thenwhatam