Book2:KigdomIteDreams

imfigurewassoonswallowedbythemovingcrowd.“Timeisastrahing”shethought.“Itdeceivespeople.Oryousaytimeisadelusionmaodeceivehimself.TheeventsinmydreamjustnowweresorealisticthatIwasdeceivedbythem.Oristhemethatisgoingalongwiththehumanflowactuallyadream,andtheeventsinthedreamareality?”Nataliecouldnotfindheranswer.Shejustwalkedoutofthestationwiththecrowd.Whydidshegetoffatthisstop?Shedidnotknow.Shelookedthroughherbackpadsawittainedherdangshoesandclothes.

    “Ah!”shethought,“perhapsIwasverytiredaftermypractidfelsleeporain,butwhoknows...”Followingthecrowd,shewalkedoutofthestationandstoodonthepavementofbusyandnoisydowntownSanFrancisco.Shelookedupattheblueskies,pletelyataloss.Thehergazewaohersurroundin