It was a strange day. That woman calls herself dreamwriter. She wrote one of the books about the refugees that sits in Radiant Library. DreamWriter asked me all sorts of questions and told me a story about an adventure through Wonderland. I told her about my favorite book, The Neverending Story and why I call myself Dream more often than Xi, my birth name.
She seems taken by me... and she let me play with Sheridan, that is what she calls that little flying creature, again. She also asked me an odd question.... what do I dream? I told her I would have to wait to reveal that as dreams are fragile things.
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It was a strange day. That woman calls herself dreamwriter. She wrote one of the books about the refugees that sits in Radiant Library. DreamWriter asked me all sorts of questions and told me a story about an adventure through Wonderland. I told her about my favorite book, The Neverending Story and why I call myself Dream more often than Xi, my birth name.
She seems taken by me... and she let me play with Sheridan, that is what she calls that little flying creature, again. She also asked me an odd question.... what do I dream? I told her I would have to wait to reveal that as dreams are fragile things.
Dream Xi