Chapter 2: Silver Star
In the other part of the world where a man of dreams works preparing his wonderful dreams for the children all falling into a deep sleep the time when he appeared was 8:00 pm it was 8:56 pm now he doesn't begin giving his golden creations out until 9:00 pm.
The little star began to swirl his arms around making the gains of the sand cloud he stood on in the dark blue night sky as some children below in with their parent's heading home or somewhere they wish would look up out side car window their faces light up in awe or wave up at the little golden man on his golden color cloud glancing at the believers and unbelievers as he would either nodd or make a jester that he saw them greet him and began to work once again now sending out his dreams. Swirling his hands around much faster and hopped around his beautiful, sparkling, glowing cloud as if gravity didn't matter to him and spread his arms outward billions, millions of strains of snake like moving streams of sand spread out all over the place looking like one of Vincent van Gogh's wonderful artworks.
As he continues to spread more one of his little dreams returned to him this was like before he received one of his dreams back they always returned to him as little animals mostly birds like blue jays or butterflies thinking Mother Nature sent them back but knowing well she could not be able to do this gift they all had eye's of silver or a silver star on its back or chest or forehead sometimes they were clouds. He turned to greet his returning dream as it tweeter and fluffed the bird rested on his finger he gently patted the little dream with happiness like always and the dream turn back into dream sand and the silvery sand disappeared up into the starry sky. He would always look at the sky for a long moment as the sand disappeared to be unseen in the sky they always gave him little fragments of a young women and a young man who seemed to be like identical to the girl but they both look different both counter parts of each other but he could never see their faces and after each fragment of the silvery sand he would forget the little daydream.