Book3:WereMyDreamIs

destroyedbyfire,choseaertoliedownmorefortablyaosleep.Beinguheinfluenceofalcohol,theywereallyawningsleepily.Soonsnoreswereheardandgotlouderandlouder.

    Theluminousfullmoonshoheearth,makingitalmostasbrightasday.DarkfiguresoffivemencouldbeseenstandingtogetheronasmallhillshadowedbyGiantMountain.TheywereKingDimitri’sgoodfriendswhohadbeenledbyDavidtovisittheKingdomofDreams.TheywerestaringunbelievablystraightaheadattheSunMoonLakeinfrontofthem,whereinnumerableopenfiresbzedandstreamsofpeoplewerebusilywalkingtoandfroasifgettingreadyforsomemomentousevent.Therewasnotraceofthemagnifitgoldpalydeepgrooveswereleftonthegroundofthesitewhereitusedtostand.Davidhithisforeheadwithhishandandsaid,

    “Gosh!Thi