Book2:KigdomIteDreams

Dreams.Butitwasnotthequalityofthewimattered.ToDimitridrinkwassomethingtobeenjoyedincarefreeleisure.Helightedacigaretteandpuffedtentlyonit.Suddenlyafamiliarseappearedbeforehiseyes–anendlessseaofflowers.Itwasnotamessagesentbyhisvisiontohisbrain,butratheritwasdirectlyprojectedontohisbrainbyhissubsciousness.Dimitri’sbrainwaslikeacamera,sometimeslookingpanoramicallyattheseaofflowers;sometimeszoominginoneaclose-upshotofadelicateandexceptionallybeautifulflower.ThesepicturesseemedtobedirectedbyDimitri’sbrain,butitalsoseemedtobetheproductofaneniusphotographer.Orperhapstheyappearednaturallyanditwashisimaginationaivitythatoperatedthecameralensaedtheseges.Dimitrididnotknowwhichitwasanddidnotwanttospendt