"Miss Kayne," said Butler One, "What other dreams have you had involving real world implications?"

"I had a dream about three years ago, where I met a boy from down the street, and he led me up a hill. We used to live in Gordon in my real life days before Freedom Fields. We were climbing up a fresh green mountainside with many bushes and trees. In reality, there is no such place, but I dreamt it. Eventually it leveled out on a plateau, a green, grassy plateau, and somehow I could see into the backyard of another neighbouring friend of mine. It was ridiculous, because in reality his backyard would be down at street level like mine. Then I looked again, and there was a small grassy cliff between our plateau and the mountain's highest level.

"Somehow the boy and I both climbed it, and then we could look out from this big mountainside and see right across the world to where we actually saw people skiing on the snowfields in Switzerland. Then suddenly I sensed that the boy was planning some sort of trap for me. So I turned and ran down the mountainside, leaping fast and avoiding trees, knowing that he must be behind me. I had almost used super speed on that downward trip. There was no possible way he could have gotten there first. I would have heard him running through the mountain bushes, if he had been anywhere close. I finally reached the bottom and rushed out.

The area was different to the way it had looked when we started, and the boy was waiting with four girls, all ready to fight me. I felt that I had been shown this beautiful place only to be tricked by the person who showed it to me. Then I woke up and wished that it had been real.

"Three months later I happened to find a small storybook for children in the school library. It had one page of big print writing, then a photograph of a scene relevant to the story, then another page of print and so on. I decided to enjoy its photography. I had only picked it up to fill in time for a few minutes at the end of lunchtime, and you can flash through a children's book pretty fast."

"Why did you think the bookmaking publisher had gone to the trouble of taking and reproducing photographs, instead of just drawing pictures?" asked Ann, "That really is unusual in real life, for a kid's storybook. I would expect it in an encyclopedia or something, but this is a surprise, and I would love to know what it has to do with the dream that you had."

"I did not think much about the fact that the book had photographs. I just enjoyed them," said Arella.

"Expensive bookmaking," thought Ann.

She was too young to know that the word 'bookmaking' actually had connotations related to gambling. However, these two young girls would be unlikely to cause any trouble by using the word to mean publishing or binding with covers.

"Anyway I turned the pages of this book, ignoring all the words and looking only at the pictures, and I came to one which looked exactly like that view over the side of the mountain from the plateau. I don't mean every fine detail, but the likeness was staggering. I just could not believe it. I was still standing there staring at it when the bell rang, and lunch was over. I put the book down and ran off to class, but I came back the next day and could not find the book. It had been a paperback on a stand. I checked all the stands and simply could not find it. Paperbacks always go back on the stands. I have never found that book since, but I have surely checked the library often enough. If only I had looked at the title instead of just assuming I could come back and it would still be there."