The seeds of our dreams are a most interesting curiosity. They travel within the regions of our minds gathering our thoughts and desires into themselves and then ever so quietly and softly they float to the ethereal plane of Pelamundia. There they take root and grow into the most splendid of dreams. So who are the caretakers that nurture our wonderful and delightful dream seedlings? Why, they are the dream keepers of old who have many stories that are yet to be told. They gather during the dreams times and lay out their streams of dreams that glisten in the moon light with sparkling gleams. They gathered each of them and all in the mighty conclave of the dreamian hall. There they tell of their adventures that night and wait for the moon’s last light to take flight. You can hear their songs in a whispering and laughter is metered out until all is blistering. We are the dream keepers you can hear them say. We have come to this gathering for a bit of play. I stilled myself away and knew what I must do. I must have a new dream that is truer than true. True to my nature and true to my kind with a wonder that would fill my glorious mind. So off I went to lay down my head down in the recesses of my big bed. This is a tale that has no end. Perhaps the next you will come my friend. Created in Apophysis. Thank you for stopping by to look at my art. Thank you for your comments on this image and my previous images. I send a heart felt thank you to those of you who favored me as an artist or favored one of my images. I appreciate it very much. May your dreams times bring a wonder to your mind and may your desires always you find.