Book3:WereMyDreamIs

mentofthedream,notthetotal.ButitalsoseemedasifFatewastryingtogivehimawarningthroughthedream.Whetheragooddreamhtmare,Dimitridecidedturgitateandweighallrelevaailssoasnottoloseanyinformationormessage.

    Dimitriwehedetailsofhisdreamoverandainwithgreatrelishandfellihought.Hefeltapainonhisleftfootasifawilddogbititauggingatit.“Hey!”hethought,gettingangry.“Iamnotdeadyet.Areyouinahurrytogettomybones?”Heraisedhisfootintendingtodrivethedogaway,buthisfootectedwithitssoftbelly.Itcriedoutinpain,butinsteadofgoingaway,itcameevenclotoress.Dimitriseemedthefamiliarbark.BitingontoDimitri’ssleeve,itkepttuggingatit.Dimitri’shandactallytouchedthesoft,silkyfurandrgelongearssignalingtohisbrainthatitwashislittlefr