Night Owl Dreams
The Heart and Mind of Stories
Upon dreams I soar, seeking stories, hunting hearts and minds.
From dreams I step into realities dreams connect, and transform.
A man in ancient Greece.
A gnome in Gnomemans land.
If lost on the Plane of Chaos, a mutaton I'll be.
Wandering, weaving life and shadow, I earn a glass of mead.
And I am as thirsty for mead as you are for a story. . .