Raymond
He slept peacefully and deeply. All outside noise were lost as he fell deeper into slumber. Dreams began and were vivid. He saw many of his friends there, all in a shady meadow, that flourished along-side a laughing brook that wound its way from the great white-tipped mountains. Everything was as it should be, and Raymond clinged to this hope that it was true, indeed.
OOC>>>er...I dunno...I thought maybe you were waiting on me to do something, and only Spree and Mistral have the talent of vivd dreams...
