Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第153/327页)

oimesandslowlydesded.Catgsightofthewhitedove,Charinasaidinatremblingvoice,

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    “It’shere!Thewhitedoveishere.ItknowsmeasIhaveseenherbefore.SheisthemessengerfromtheKingdomofDreams.”ChariheFrenchdoorsandranintothesmallbackyardwaving,jumpingandcallingtothewhitedovesaying,“I’mhere.I’mrighthere.Haveyhtmegoodnews?”ThedovealsosawCharinaandopeningitsbeakdroppedthenoteshehadbeenholdihenitturnedaroundandflewbacktowardsthedeepblueskies.Charinarantowardsthewhitepieceofpaperflutteringdownfromabovearicateditfromthebranalltree.Assheranintothelivingroomwiththenoteinherhand,Dimitriaskedanxiously,

    “Whatdoesitsay?Whatdoesitsay?”Charihenoteandwitheyeswideopeslowlyandclearly.

    “DearKingDimitri:Iwanttoreporttoyoodnews,butIdon’tknowwheretobegin.Itisquiteanunbelievablemystery.GiantMountainhasrevertedbacktoitsinalfiant’sparalyzedposturehoweverhasged.Itisnolongerlyingprostratebutisreingtowardstherightwithhislegsslightlybent.Hisrighthandcupshisandhislefthandisonhisabdomen.Heisfastasleep,hisexpressionsereneandfortable.Helooksasifonedayhewould,yawn,situpandstretchhimself.Hemayeverstandupandwalkaround.Itisreallyquitesurreandunbelievable.NothingisimpossibleintheKingdomofDreams.Youmustbeveryhappytohearofthisgoodnews.Ahioreportis,thathugecliffwithits30–40meterwaterfallthatemergedattheentrahekeaftertheearthquakeandtsunami,somehowsuddenlysanktothebottomoftheke.Deannaswamdownandfoundthefloorofthekesmoothandwithnotraceofthefallencliff.Isn’tthatstrange?IhaveledthenativesbacktotheKingdomTheyarefishing,huntingandfarmingastheyusedtoandhaveresumedtheoldorderoflife.ThemountainsandwatersoftheKingdomofDreamsareevenmorebeautifulthantheyusedtobe.ThepeopleareallwaitingimpatientlyforthereturnoftheirKing.Whenwillyoueback,KingDimitri?Whyareyoustillwanderingaroundinthemundaneworld?ebaajesty.SignedMedusa.”TherewasionofDwarfMickey.Medusadidoknowthatthetreasurytrovewasinthehugecliff,andthatDwarfMickeyhadsunktothebottomofthekewithit.“Well”saidCharina.“Thatshouldbesideredgoodnews.Right?”Dimitrinodded,butdidnotreply.Withhishandsonhischeeks,heseemedhalfasleepashefellintoadeepreverie.Charinadidnotwanttobotherhim,soshetookMaureenandtiptoedoutofthelivingroom.DimitrirememberedthefirsttimeDwarfMickeyenteredhisdreams,andreminiscedabouthowtheyterbecamefriendsrememberingeverylittledetail,eachdropletsofversation.DwarfMickeywasincredibleandinexplicable.Dimitricouldonlysavetheimageofhisoldfriendintahisheart.

    Chapter4Imaginationaivity

    Uhesunlight,aslewofsoapbubblesfloatedintheair,glisteningwithmulti-coloredsheen.Ayoungmotherholdingher4-5-year-oldsonwalkedpastDimitri.TheboylookedatDimitricrouchedattheerofthestreet,hisclothestattered,hisdisorderlybeardunshaved,staringattheblueskieswithsightlesseyesaasenseofpityforthepoorhomelessbeggar.HewalkedoverandheldoutsomethingtowardsDimitrisaying,

    “Here.Thisisforyoutopywith.”Dimitriheldouthishands,ranhisfingersovertheobjedkwasatoyliketheonehehadpyedwithwhenhewasaboy.Itwasasmallgssbottleattachedwithatinystrawcircledwithsomewire.Helookedtoward