Book2:KigdomIteDreams

rribly.Itwasasifthesharp,jaggededgesofagssfromasmoothmirrorthathadbeensuddenlysmashedtopieces,werestabbingviciously,mercilesslyathiseyes,hurtinghim.

    “I,DimitriJaonlyapoorsuffereronthisearth,”hecried.“Whydoyou,myfleshbody,persistintmeso?Iamonlyahumblesufferer.Don’tforceme!Don’ttortureme!Whatyoutortureisonlymyfleshbody.WhenIfalsleep,IwillentermyKingdomofDreams,whereyouarepowerlesstofollow.Themosthigh-techsurveilnonlyscrutihemovementsofmyfleshbody.youinfiltratemythoughts?youfollowmeintomyKingdomofDreams?Impossible!Soperhapsnowisthetimeformetoreturn.”Sayingso,heydownonhisbed.Heseemedtohaveshedsometears,butthenthatmayhavebeencausedbythepaininhiseyes.Outsidethewindows,theclop,clopofhorsehoofs