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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: The big dream and the morning after
Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1993 06:24:25 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.
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Summary: Merol Of Kirilin sees a dream which is what should be...
Keywords: Merol, dream, the reality


	He is laying on the grass, looking at the clouds that drift across 
the deep blue sky. It is warm and everything seems so pleasant. The day is 
just perfect for the harvest, and Merol and the rest of the farmers of the 
village of Kirilin have been working all day. 
	But now they are resting, having just eaten the lunch. A quite late 
lunch, but a man who is working with pleasure doesn't feel hunger.
	A sharp whistle comes from the other side of the field, and the men 
gather their things and continue their work. The sound of the wheat being 
cut rasps Merols ears, as he thinks about the funny dream he had. 
	He had been wandering with his friends to the city, and taken a ship 
from there to Golotha. They had to deliver a message to the theocrate about 
the new border, that the Thardic Senate had decided to take. But on the way 
a storm had broken and Merol had been sweeped overboard. The ship had 
continued its journey and Merol had been left there. Everyone had assumed 
that he had drowned.
	But no. He had floated there for a while, hanging on an empty 
barrel, being tossed around by fierce waves in the darkness. Then he had 
seen light, a pilar of light, coming from the sea and reaching out to the 
sky. The wind had ceased suddenly, but still Merol had been floating towards 
teh light. He had paniced and tried to swim away from the cone, but the 
light had drawn him into itself.
	At the same moment, that he had touched the light, it had felt as if 
a terrible force had torn him compleately apart. He had lost his 
consciousness.
	The next thing, that had happened in this most continuous dream of 
his was that he had been saved to a strange vessel. The people spoke and 
acted as the ones back home, but they spoke of strange things. And they didn'
t have any manners! 
	The ship had been attacked by pirates, whom they bet the hell out 
of. And finally they had came into a port in a vast city, that was larger 
than Coranan itself. The city was called Generica, and none of it's 
inhabitants knew nothing about Kethira, Harn nor Kirilin of Thardic 
Republic. 
	He had been tossed into another dimension by the pillar of light.
	And that was the last thing he remembered of the dream, as he had 
awakened.
	"Well, fellas. Let this be the daays work, eh?", calls the foreman, 
that old Tammer Oaksfiler, and the men begin to stroll back home.
	Merol takes his sickle and makes his way towards the first small 
house at the easter side of the village. He can see a small curve of smoke 
coming from the chimney of that particular house and three kids playing on 
the front lawn.
	"Father, come and tell us about the evil officer, whom you captured. 
And about the sea travel you made!", calls the darkhaired son of his from 
the distance.
	Yes. He had really been an adventurer, as they say. But there had 
been no storm, no pillar of light. No such thing.

	"Merol, Tarim, it's time to eat. Wash your hands before you come 
in.", calls his wife, Tarims mother from the house.
	The life is just marvellous.

	Merol awakes with a smile on his lips. 
	"Mirian, I love you", he says as he turns on the rock hard bed. He 
open his eyes.
	"Oh my, GODS, IT WAS BUT A DREAM!"
	The reality was that, what he saw in the dream. The dream in the 
dream.
	In reality he was sleeping in the tavern called the Dragon Inn, in 
Generica. With no money, no friends as Radan Tsran has gone away. With 
nothing but his skills as a farmer.
	Merol stood up and clothed himself. If there was anything he had 
learned, it was that you should never give up. And he had almost done it. He 
had Miriam to think about, for she would be waiting for him back home. And 
he would get there, sooner or later.
	"By the Gods of Kethira, I will get back home."
	Saying this Merol walked out of the room, and took the flight of 
steps at the left down to the Inn's common room.
	
	Merol Of Kirilin