Book3:WereMyDreamIs

asabranchofWorldBank.Thelinesofcarsingoutofthechurchthioadribbleuntilfinallythestname-brandluxuryspotscarflewcrookedlydowreetareetbecameempty.ThecrowdofonlookerskhattheshowwasoverandtheVIPguestshadleft,sotheytooturogohome.DimitrilookedalroundwwhyhisloyalservantshadnotebacktoreportonwhateningihechurdatientlyrearingtogowhenhesawCreativityhalfrunning,halfflyingtowardshim,shouting,

    “Theblockadeisoverandpeopleandcarsarefreetomovenow.Let’sgoquicklytothechurow.ThesixteeiesfromtheKingdomofDreamsarejustwalkingintothechurch,wemusthurry…oritwillbetoote…”

    “Hey,KingDimitri,”saidImagination.“Pleasebequidgointoyourstateofzero.Leavealltheresttomeaivity.”ItwasonlythenthatDimitrirealizedwhatImaginat