“A new universe,” the Dream Man said. “Remember?”
The eye seemed to explode, a great whirling galaxy of stretching stars– No, dragonflies! An uncontainable horde, spinning and glittering, batting feverish wings — a furious mind with a billion ideas, each taking its own path to a new reach of the sky.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” The Dream Man boomed. “To set your spirit loose? To wander perfectly free?”
The Dream Man knew. Robbie wanted that more than anything in the world.
“To go wherever thought leads?” This last, the Dream Man spoke with great fondness, like a blessing.
Robbie felt such joy, he thought his heart would burst. The first dragonflies struck him, and were dashed into jewels that burned and smoked.
“Do I have it?” asked the Dream Man.
“Have what?” Robbie cried.
“The idea,” the Dream Man said.
The great cauldron loomed closer, and the living whirlpool churned. The rushing of wings deafened Robbie’s senses–
“What idea?” Robbie murmured.
The Dream Man laughed. “The idea of you.”