Book2:KigdomIteDreams

w,livingonthefruitsofhisownborbythesweatofhisbrow.Inhisheart,thereseemedtobeascale.The‘me’iyandthe‘me’inmydreamsaretwopletelydiffereies.Butsometimesthesetwobeeone.Imustfindapointofbaweenthem,herfavoheother.Iotletthereal‘me’enduredirepovertyandbodilytormentwhilethe‘me’inmydreamsliveinunheardofluxuries,enjoyingfame,fortuheundyingloyaltyofmysubjects.Thisistoounjustandisagainstmymoralsce.KingDimitriwasaninnatelykindandbenevolentman.Notonlywashepassioohisfellowhumanbeingsandanimals,hewasequallysympathetictohisotherself,lefttosufferinthemundaneworld.Hethoughtthatthemoreextremetheluxuryheenjoyedinhisdreams,thesoonerwouldhisdreamsendandhewouldrelutlybebareallifeagain.Therefore,inhisdreamshedeliberatelychosetoliveasecludedandlonelylifeibytheke,hopingtherebytoextendthelengthofhisdreams.Butiy,whereisthedreamthatdoesnotend?Uiseter.

    Chapter4ThreeTrueFriendsiy

    Dimitriwokefromhisdreams,hisearsfilledwiththehubbubofcitystreetsandthenoiseines.“As,Iambaybeautifulndofdreamsintoreallifeagain!”Thoughunwilling,therewasnothinghecoulddoaboutit.Amidthestreetnoises,hecoulddisthechirpingofbirds,clearandcrisp.Openinghissleepyeyes,hesawgoldenlightfloodinginfromhiswindowsawasm.Thoughbliillretainedenoughofhissenseofsighttodistinguishbetweennightandday.Thenfromtheparkinglotacrossthestreetcamethebriskstaccatoofdiesshoesonthepavement.ItcrossedthenarrowstreetandpassedunderhiswindohevoicewassofamiliarhereizeditatonceasbelongingtoMary,thesocialworkerofhisbuilding.Apictureatonceemergedinhismindofagood-lo