Book3:WereMyDreamIs
estreetfromtheBARTstationwasthemainofficeofWorldBank. “Goodidea!”excimedDavid,whoseeyeslightedupatthethought.“Whydidn’tIthinkofit?Well,thisprovesthatyouaretherealDream-maker,thegranddaddyofdreamers.Iamonlyoneofyourdiscipleswhostandbehindyouwavingfgsandshouting.”Thetwoofthemlookedateachotherandughedheartily.hepeoplewhowalkedbyevennoticedorpaidanyattentiontotheabsurdversationofthesetwohobos. Amandressedinthebckhabitoftheclergywalkedoutfromthedenseshadeoftreesandshrubs.Brilliantsunshinespilledontohisshouldersshhiswholebodywithgoldenradiahlongbrownhairingdowntohisshouldersandbeardchalfhisface,hehadanunyresemboJesusChristwhodiedalmosttwothousandyearsago.YouwouldhavethoughtJesushadresurr