Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第173/246页)

ionscouldgetheexternalworld,buttheexternalworldcouldnotinfluenceapersonwhohadtheKingdomofdreamsinherheart.Romiwasstiltalossastowhathewastalkingaboutandcouldnotgrasptheuseofthisspectacurtheory.Lookingatherbaffledandfusedexpression,Dimitrisuddenlyrealizedthatthingsinthemundaneworldweredeeprootedandhardtogeandthatthisnewceptwasnoteasilylearnedandadaptedbyabeginner.Whatwasneededwastimeandaparativelylongperiodofstudy.HedecidedtosendRomibacktothespecialenvirooftheKingdomofDreamsandbeexposedtothemarvelousexperienakingthingshappenjustbywishingforit.Thenshewoulduaernalworldcouldshapetheexternalone.Whenthismarvelousandmagicalexperieakesrootinherheart,itwouldbelikeholdingausefultookinherhand.Shewouldknowhowtouseit.RomitookDimitri’sadvidwentbacktotheKingdomofDreamsthatverynight...Samanthawasbusysocializinganddidnotebacktohavedihtheothers.MeganstilldressedasataxidriverandgaveDimitrialiftbacktohisapartment.

    “Weottotallydisregardtheachievementsofmodernpsychology”shesaidontheridehome.“IfRomineedsmedicalcareweotig.”

    “Ofcoursenot”repliedDimitri.“Mynewceptisnotamiracledrug.Norisitsuitableforeveryone.”Dimitrilivednotfarfromthebakeryandafterexgingashortversation,theyhadreachedhisdestination.Itwasagrandandmassivebuilding,butitwasoverahundredyearsoldandlookeditage.Dimitrigotoffandtappedhiswayintothebuildingusinghiswhitee.

    Thebuildingwasgrandandmassive,butDimitri’sunitwasasmallstudioonthegroundfloorfagthestreet.Hetookouthiskeys,opehedoorandwalkedin.Hedidnotbothertoturnonthelightfortheywereuselesstoamanwhocouldnotsee.Butthestreetlightsandthemoonlightillumiheroom.Hewalkedtohisdipidatedsofaandsatdowookthehalf-emptybottleofwinehehadleftthereoableandpulledoutthecork.Thefssandpouredsomewioit.Itsbitterandsourtastetoldhim,itwasacheaplow-costwihinglikethe100-year-oldwinehedrankinhisKingdomofDreams.Butitwasnotthequalityofthewimattered.ToDimitridrinkwassomethingtobeenjoyedincarefreeleisure.Helightedacigaretteandpuffedtentlyonit.Suddenlyafamiliarseappearedbeforehiseyes–anendlessseaofflowers.Itwasnotamessagesentbyhisvisiontohisbrain,butratheritwasdirectlyprojectedontohisbrainbyhissubsciousness.Dimitri’sbrainwaslikeacamera,sometimeslookingpanoramicallyattheseaofflowers;sometimeszoominginoneaclose-upshotofadelicateandexceptionallybeautifulflower.ThesepicturesseemedtobedirectedbyDimitri’sbrain,butitalsoseemedtobetheproductofaneniusphotographer.Orperhapstheyappearednaturallyanditwashisimaginationaivitythatoperatedthecameralensaedtheseges.Dimitrididnotknowwhichitwasanddidnotwanttospendtimespegonit.Theyhecalledhimselftheprotectorofflowers;hedidnotknowthenamesofallthesefabulousblossomsbeforehiseyes.Butwhetheritwasaseaofflowersoronespecialblossom,theyallbroughthimapleasurablefeelingoftranquility,happinessandsatisfa.

    Dimitrisatinthedarkerenjoyingtheblissofsolitude.Acarpassedbyoutside.Fromtheerofthestreetcamethetap-tapofhigh-heeledshoesonthepavement.Thehecallsofprostitutessoligbusinessandthesexualbaweenthemandtheirprospectivets.Fromtheparkinglotacrossthestreetcameth