The dreaming
'Welcome, I am the spirit of dreaming... I come to you with an important message.' Arial Orchid saw only darkness and heard this voice echoing in her head. 'There is a time and a place, deep in the woods. Here I challenge a small man to a game of basketball. The man is elderly and his voice is raspy and stagnant. We play and we both know a lot is riding on this game. I taunt the man of limited height. I call him names and say awful things about him. He is truly saddened and the game concludes. When I win, I feel sorry for him. What have I done to this man of dwarf proportions. "Sorry, I didn't mean it. Maybe we can play catch some time." He smiles, nods and soon vanishes. But where am I? I know this place, and I know I must travel west to get home. So I walk west for what seems like seconds and I am lost. So I turn around and travel east for a moment longer. I am still lost. I ask two women who pass by "Where am I?" and they reply. I am an hour from home in a country town that I could have never reached in this small time. What have I become?'
Arial Orchid was confused by this visit by the spirit. What did it mean? What effect would it have on her travel to the city of Artisan and her stop along the way. Maybe things would be clearer as time passes.
Arial Orchid was confused by this visit by the spirit. What did it mean? What effect would it have on her travel to the city of Artisan and her stop along the way. Maybe things would be clearer as time passes.