Book2:KigdomIteDreams

tool,adaptatpyingontheimagination,withnospecificgnifice.Butitveothedepthofthesoundtinuesonimagining,justliketheyoungmanboungthebasketball.ThatwasDimitri’sfavoritepastimeandthesignificeofhisexistence.

    Thatenormouspeaflickeringinandoutofhissciousness,noearing,nowvanishiicedDimitri’scuriosity.Heuzzledastowhythatpeapersistedinintrudingitselfonhismindandthenvanishingwithoutatrace.Perhapsitwaoleadhimintenewsario.Whyyes!Perhapsthatwasmaterialforweavinganotherdream!So,hequicklystubbedoutthecigaretteinhishand.Whilethesmokewasstillpermeatingtheroom,Dimitrihadalreadyarrivedinhisdreamnd.Inhisdream,Dimitrituroamagnifitbutterfly,brilliantlystrippedandspotted,danglightlyalyispringbreeze.Beforehimwasnolongerasinglepea,butmyriadsofthem,faseaofdangflowers,withslimfiguresroamingfreelyintheirmidst.Thesewerenakedfemaleforms,somegatheredincasualgroupstalkingandughing,whileotherswereontheswings,rogthemselvestoandfrotowhileawaythezyspringday.

    Attheotherendofthegardenwasaesepacelikebuilding,withglitteringencaustictilesandbrightredpilrs,especiallyeye-catguhesunlight.Thesplendoroftheluxuriousbuildingfullymaedtheopulehemysteriouskingdom.Themagnifitbutterfly,ridingontheslightspringbreeze,fleilyamidthebloomingflowers.“Ah!”thoughthe,“IambackagaininthisbeautifulKingdom.Inthemundaneworld,Iambutablindmansequesteredinatinyroom,butinmydreamsIamamagnifitbutterfly,danginthisvastarrayofdazzlingspringcolors.”So,thebutterflyflutteredfreelyonitsembzonedwings,revelinginthebeautiesofnature.Stickyshredsofsilke