Book3:WereMyDreamIs
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mymovementsareinhibitedandmybodysuffersfromotherimpedimentscausedbymydisability.IntheendIstillotescapethefateofbeingdismemberedanddissected…Davidhopesthatafterheisdead,hecouldknowwhathisfateainywaslike.Thatofcourseisimpossible.Nomatterhowminutelyhisbodyiscutup,hewillnotbeabletoseehisdestiny.InmyomatterhowyoucutmeupyouotfindtheKingdomofDreamsi.InthismundaneworldImaybeapoor,disabled,pennilesshomelessbeggarbutinmyKingdomofDreamsIamaking,richasMidas.Ihavemagnifitpaumerousbeautiestoseetomyeverywantandtheloveofloyalsubjects.Everythingissoperfecthere.IfthereisaKingdomofDreamsi,shouldn’ttherebeoooinDavid’sheart?Ithinkthatintheheartofeverypoorandsufferingperson,thereshouldbeaKingdomofDreams.Whenthesufferingoftheirbodiestormentsthem,theyalwaysseekrefugethereandfindsodpeace.Thereunattaihingscouldbegottenandindignantfeelingscouldbesoothed.ButitseemsthatnoteveryonehasfoundtheirinnateKingdohedepthofmyheart,thereisthisstpieceofparadise.WhenIfirialsandtributionsofthemundaneworldtoomue,Ialwaysretreatthere.ThoughIamfeelinghungry,thirstyandtirednowandbeforemyeyesareonlyfuzzydarkhatmakesithardformetofindmyway,allthisisofnosequencebecausewhendarknessfallsbeautifuldreamswilletome,whichIcouldsavorandenjoytomyheart’stent.”Dimitrismiled.Thesettingsunsuddenlyburstforthwithitsremainingenergydazzlingasgoldandfmingasfireandcoloredtheskieswithitsbrilliantrays. Thefigureofatalndstalwartmanrushingswiftlyaheadfshedbyuheluminousmoonlight.Ah,itwasthatmaivitywhosomuchresembledthesungodApollo!Hewascarryingawomanunderhisarms,nootherthaleImaginationwhowasbeautifusaflower.Thetwoofthem,afraidofbeingcaughtbyJehovah,hadbeenrunningfortheirliveseversinceesgtheGardenofEden.Atfirsttheyranhandinhand,butthedelicateImaginationwasmuchslowerthanherpartner,soCreativityswoopedherupandcarriedherunderhisarmstoihespeedoftheirget-away.Theyhadbeendashingmindlesslyalongfrtillnightfortheykhowlongorhowfar,untilthemooheydidnotknowwhetheritwasthedarkhathelpedthemorwhetheritwasthatJehovahhademptedtocapturethem;buttheyseemedtohavegottenawaythistime.ImaginationspokeupfromunderCreativity’sarms, “Stop.Stop.Letmedown.Youaresuffogme!”Creativitystoppedaherdown.Imaginationstoodtheretryingtogetherbreathandusedherfiobhertangledhairmessedupbythewind,saying, “Jehovahdidnoteafterus.Heletusoffthehookoncemore.Tobetruthful,heisreallykindanddidnothavethehearttopunishusorwewouldneverhavebeeogetaway.”Creativitynoddedinagreement.ImaginationlookedupatCreativityandsawthathewascalmandcollectedasusual.Shewalkeduptohimandsnuggledinhisarms.Usingherslenderhandstocaresshisbroadchestshetinued,“Ah,hyouare!Youhavebeencarryingmeunderyourarmsfrtillnightwhichdoubledtheweight,butyouarenotevenpanting.Youarestrohamajestioblesteed!”Creativitysmiledinsatisfasaying, “IjustthepeteintheOlympicmarathohathumansholdeveryfouryears.OtherwiseIamsureIcouldeasilywinthechampionshipandmyrecordwouldneverbesurpassed!”Imaginationwalkedawayfromhimandlookedalroundsaying, “Whereisthispce?Itlookssofamiliar!ThekeisneandmajesticasStarMoohe