Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ame,sonaturallyhecouldnotrecallitinhisdreams.Hehadhadhiseyesonherforquiteawhilebuthadnomoopayher,sohecouldonlyexgeanoccasionalcasualwisecrackwithherwhentheyhappeomeet.Thinkingofthedream,Davidcouldnothelpsnickering.“Ihaveactuallysatonagoldthroneandbecamethekingofarealm.WhenIgooutoreetslookingforfoodandcigarettebutts,ahosewell-dressedbigshotswiththeirluxurysedans,chauffeursandbodyguardsIwillnolongerlookatthemwithenvy.IfIseethosebeautifullydressedandbejeweledsocietywomenwalkingintohighcssrestaurantsorshoppingmalls,IwillnolongerfeelinferiororunworthybecauseinKingDimitri’smagigdomofDreams,myunattainabledreamshavebeensatisfied;mydeformedthoughtshavebeenstraightened;seriouslyunbancedheartisnowbands