Book2:KigdomIteDreams
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ionscouldgetheexternalworld,buttheexternalworldcouldnotinfluenceapersonwhohadtheKingdomofdreamsinherheart.Romiwasstiltalossastowhathewastalkingaboutandcouldnotgrasptheuseofthisspectacurtheory.Lookingatherbaffledandfusedexpression,Dimitrisuddenlyrealizedthatthingsinthemundaneworldweredeeprootedandhardtogeandthatthisnewceptwasnoteasilylearnedandadaptedbyabeginner.Whatwasneededwastimeandaparativelylongperiodofstudy.HedecidedtosendRomibacktothespecialenvirooftheKingdomofDreamsandbeexposedtothemarvelousexperienakingthingshappenjustbywishingforit.Thenshewoulduaernalworldcouldshapetheexternalone.Whenthismarvelousandmagicalexperieakesrootinherheart,itwouldbelikeholdingausefultookinherhand.Shewouldknowhowtouseit.RomitookDimitri’sadvidwentbacktotheKingdomofDreamsthatverynight...Samanthawasbusysocializinganddidnotebacktohavedihtheothers.MeganstilldressedasataxidriverandgaveDimitrialiftbacktohisapartment. “Weottotallydisregardtheachievementsofmodernpsychology”shesaidontheridehome.“IfRomineedsmedicalcareweotig.” “Ofcoursenot”repliedDimitri.“Mynewceptisnotamiracledrug.Norisitsuitableforeveryone.”Dimitrilivednotfarfromthebakeryandafterexgingashortversation,theyhadreachedhisdestination.Itwasagrandandmassivebuilding,butitwasoverahundredyearsoldandlookeditage.Dimitrigotoffandtappedhiswayintothebuildingusinghiswhitee. Thebuildingwasgrandandmassive,butDimitri’sunitwasasmallstudioonthegroundfloorfagthestreet.Hetookouthiskeys,opehedoorandwalkedin.Hedidnotbothertoturnonthelightfortheywereuselesstoamanwhocouldnotsee.Butthestreetlightsandthemoonlightillumiheroom.Hewalkedtohisdipidatedsofaandsatdowookthehalf-emptybottleofwinehehadleftthereoableandpulledoutthecork.Thefssandpouredsomewioit.Itsbitterandsourtastetoldhim,itwasacheaplow-costwihinglikethe100-year-oldwinehedrankinhisKingdomofDreams.Butitwasnotthequalityofthewimattered.ToDimitridrinkwassomethingtobeenjoyedincarefreeleisure.Helightedacigaretteandpuffedtentlyonit.Suddenlyafamiliarseappearedbeforehiseyes–anendlessseaofflowers.Itwasnotamessagesentbyhisvisiontohisbrain,butratheritwasdirectlyprojectedontohisbrainbyhissubsciousness.Dimitri’sbrainwaslikeacamera,sometimeslookingpanoramicallyattheseaofflowers;sometimeszoominginoneaclose-upshotofadelicateandexceptionallybeautifulflower.ThesepicturesseemedtobedirectedbyDimitri’sbrain,butitalsoseemedtobetheproductofaneniusphotographer.Orperhapstheyappearednaturallyanditwashisimaginationaivitythatoperatedthecameralensaedtheseges.Dimitrididnotknowwhichitwasanddidnotwanttospendtimespegonit.Theyhecalledhimselftheprotectorofflowers;hedidnotknowthenamesofallthesefabulousblossomsbeforehiseyes.Butwhetheritwasaseaofflowersoronespecialblossom,theyallbroughthimapleasurablefeelingoftranquility,happinessandsatisfa. Dimitrisatinthedarkerenjoyingtheblissofsolitude.Acarpassedbyoutside.Fromtheerofthestreetcamethetap-tapofhigh-heeledshoesonthepavement.Thehecallsofprostitutessoligbusinessandthesexualbaweenthemandtheirprospectivets.Fromtheparkinglotacrossthestreetcameth