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Year - 5687 AK - Last Winter
Finally! It seems my constant movement has paid off! I've drudged along following the moving water down this stupid river for what feels like months. I've found that one full night of sleep is the same as spending a month and a half here in the Dreamlands... I feel as if I live here in the Dreamlands, and my waking life is the Dream...
It's all so surreal. My tutors think I mad, and even my nanny touched my head for fever! Well... They can't be blamed. I can't remember yesterday to them, as it was almost two months ago for me!
I keep notes now, by my bed for my waking life, just as I write her my diary... It seems that I have so much to write, and so little time to do anything else!
Alas, the end of the River approaches! Today I finally met what appears to be people. Though they speak strange tongues, after getting the notice, they seemed friendly enough.
These people looked the same as my people, but they all had a third eye on their brow. Strange it was... I couldn't help but stare at time, which got me slapped by one young maiden of the village.
The most amazing thing that these people did for me... They took me to the mouth of the river and after they bantered for a while, the old fishermen brought a yellow leech-like creature.
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After various attempts to communicate, they etched in the ground and gestured as if I were deaf, but I understood most.
This creature would help me understand what they said, but they all pointed to my ear...
After pointing to my own ear a few times and then to the leech-like creature that was still wet from the brackish water of the mouth of the river, I thought...
What the hell, right? This was all just a dream. I took the slimy creature and let it infest my ear.
...I will not include the words that could be used to describe how awful it felt... Surely the work of some devil is responsible for this useful abomination...
After falling feverish, and healthed back by the three-eyed people, their voices garbled at first became plain afterward.
I learned these people were called the Triclops Clan... I've heard of Cyclops but tri? Well, it was then I also found out that staring at one's third eye was rude. I guess I deserved getting slapped.
These kind folks put up with me for many weeks and taught me a great deal about these lands. They know they live in the Dreamlands, which surprised me.
I thought this was another world like mine, but it seems that it's just a bit more than that. They also taught me about the money system...
Using Thought to make money. How novel. Nightmare small coins, and Idea Large coins.
100 Nightmares make an Idea, and vice versa.
I sat around for nearly five dream days when I finally had an idea, and a coin fell into my lap. Seems if I can keep coming up with ideas, no matter how bad, I can make money... I can also do work for them, but who wants to work, if money falls out of the sky?
After spending three months with these nice people, I made off.
They gave me a map and told me if I wish to get more ideas or to get stronger in the Dreamlands, it would be best to find a Master of Dreams. Powerful Dreamers that exist.
I left the port of Ghoulfen of the Ghoulfen River, and with the excellent captain I paid all my Large coins too, We passed the Tower of the Fallen safely. It seems this place was a place that a Dreamer fell to his nightmares creating a scar in the Dreamlands... One of many places such...
And onward to the next port! The port Buria Veldt!