majoring in civil engineering. Or least I was until I got fired from my job."

"You want to be an Imagineer?" Dreamfinder asked.

"That and to major in English to become a novel writer. The writing I can probably manage at this point since I'm pretty well known for that by my friends and siblings, but the math just keeps hitting me hard preventing me from getting to higher ranks in the engineering stage. I'm not saying it's impossible, but it's pretty hard to cope even when I've always liked how math is processed."

"I'm so sorry, Rachel, for all I had caused. Truly, I am."

"That's okay. You never intended on doing it. Now what does Spaceship Earth have to do with anything?"

"Right! *Ahem* Before Figment and I last left the Scientifica-Lucidous Academy in Florida, Fye, who is a dear old friend and traveling companion of ours from another world of imagination now residing in the academy, gave us copies of these notes the school had made about the this geodesic sphere, your Spaceship Earth, that had appeared at the academy over thirty years ago today. They were using it to try to harness its energy so it would fuel the school with a generator they built for. That was until I accidentally made it disappear with an old invention I had made long ago (again, that's a long story). For now, they are using dream power to keep the academy running for a while until we figure out what has happened with that sphere just as we are using it to power the Dream Machine. And thanks to Scientifica-Lucidous and other off campus universities, they were able to calculate the dimensions of its rate of distance through time and space; where it may be, how long is it there, what changes have there been since its disappearance and returning times, and when this all happens. The only problem is what, why, and how that is. But that's not all. The last time Figment and I were at the Experimental Prototype City of Tomorrow, we have heard there have been rumors going on about how the 'Spaceship Earth' has been disappearing unexpectedly before operating hours."

"That's impossible!" Rachel exclaimed, "Spaceship Earth has been sitting in the exact same spot since the park's grand opening thirty-five years ago. And even if it did, it would have been difficult to move every piece of it without anyone noticing.

"That's what we figured, too. Still, the rumors became so bad it came to a point where the Cast Members had to put up tarp over the sphere's location with its exact height to make it look like it's under construction. And you're right. Though it may be possible to move the sphere piece by piece, it could not have gone like that unnoticed. But we don't think that's the case of the sphere's existence and its disappearing/return times. The problem is that we are beginning to believe that your Spaceship Earth remains in EPCOT as our sphere resides at the academy at the very same time. You and us know of one over the other, how long it's stayed there, but there may be a possibility that since they stay there at the same time there may be more than one sphere."

"A second Spaceship Earth?" Rachel guessed in astonishment.

"Correct!" Figment exclaimed.

"But if there's a second Spaceship Earth, wouldn't scientists, technicians, or any of the Imagineers have known about that by now? Wouldn't any of them have told the world about it the minute they realized that as the park opened?"

"It's a new challenge that has been hidden away from those people for so long." said Dreamfinder, "They are still theorizing about what happens to the sphere and where it goes once in a while for some months, but that's not enough to know the absolute truth of it."

"That's why we agreed to use our imaginations, inventions, and dream power to go find all that out for ourselves." Figment revealed, "Thus beginning our new journey though imagination."

"So why am I involved in this then?" Rachel asked, "How do I signify this cause?"

"A very good question. Tell her, Dreamfinder."

"Well our first intention for this journey was to be made as both a joy ride for you as well as an educative process." Dreamfinder admitted, "But after we saw you imagining to fly, the two of us realized that you were, or are, going to be very useful given that you have provided a lot of information to us already. At first when you started flying, I thought the staff that put the stage and the special effects together were the ones controlling the show. But I know imagination when I see it. You have something in you that I don't think either one of us or even yourself would have expected to have."

"In other words, Rachel, you've got talent!" Figment complimented.

"Uh...thanks, I guess." Rachel shyly took the compliment, "So that just makes me a tool in this operation?"

"No, but if you must say something like that we would prefer it to be called a 'helping hand.'"

"Okay...so where do we start then?"

"Here is a map of the recent destinations the academy had drawn." Dreamfinder showed, pulling out the map and flattening out the creases onto the table, "We have already covered Neverland, and these other little starlit worlds surrounding the area, but we've still got a long way to go.

"Long ways means more fun!" said Figment in a cheerful tone.

"And I suppose you're intending that we should just use our imagination to get to each of these new worlds?" Rachel guessed.

"Quite so." Dreamfinder answered.

"Well I hate to say this to you both, but I wasn't kidding when I said I have no imagination."

"But what about this sweet candy world you-?"

"Coincidence. It was just a coincidence."

"But you flying at the expo-"

"That was by force, Dreamfinder!" Rachel interrupted, "You two dragged me onstage last minute and asked me to think of something in front of the crowd. I was so uncomfortable that time I had to use my imagination to try to get myself out of there and you two out of my hair, which, of course, didn't go so well. I can't imagine things in my head on my own free will. Never have been! You may be able to come up with things at the top of your head all willy-nilly or whatever, but my mind for so long has been disciplined by experience; maybe not in an orderly fashion, but definitely disciplined in its own way and its own right. Drag me all over the universe if you like, but I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help but be a heavy weight in your traveling."

          Dreamfinder said nothing. He sat back and stared down at the table with his arms crossed in thought. Figment assumed Rachel had gotten him upset. It's become rare for Dreamfinder to get upset over such things. All is silent for a moment or two. Rachel is beginning to think she has spoke a little too hard to him. The silence feels intense. It's crawling into Rachel's skin causing goosebumps to appear.

          Then Dreamfinder lifted his head with his eyes pointed straight at hers as sharp as a knife and said, "Do you really believe that your own mind is disciplined by right? Because if that is the case then it sounds you are trying to do this to yourself as well just to gain approval from people who think otherwise about you."

          That remark struck the girl silly like a sock of moral sense in the face. Though she didn't allow it to show it physically, you can tell it is there in both her stomach and her throat.

Dreamfinder continued sternly, "Now I don't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position, but that is half of what I think what is going in your mind. You feel closed up inside your head that you are failing to see yourself in a place where you really could believe yourself being in. The world you have known, thought, and seen are not just in your mind." He then turned and pointed to the nearest window and continued, "It's all out there waiting for you to greet it. I believe this journey through our imaginations is going to be a lot more educative than I have expected. Not just from what we see out there, but what you will see in you. That's all I will have to say."

          Dreamfinder stood from his chair and left Figment and Rachel in the living room. Neither one of them said another word for a mere half a minute. Not even Figment has seen him like this whether or not he means well, which he believes Dreamfinder does. As Rachel watches Dreamfinder leave, she starts feeling bad for what she said as if she were not just insulting herself, in a sense, but also insulting him.

"Did I just get him mad?" Rachel asked Figment.

"I'm not sure." he replied, "There must have been mixed similar feelings in there I'm not sure what to call that. And those don't seem insulting, just strict I guess."

"Shoot. I hate to admit it, but he's right. It's all that and that my mind stays out of focus here and there when it's most needed. I do hope I haven't offended him or you in anyway."

"I'm not, though I'll take the apology and forgive you for that."

          Rachel pats Figment on the back and then goes after Dreamfinder. Back out the cabin space she again finds him in the pilot's seat working the controls on the Dream Machine. Again she crept up to him though not intending to scare him, only this time Dreamfinder noticed her coming through the vibration of her footsteps but didn't say anything. Just as he said, Rachel is feeling closed up inside for all that just happened. She has to stand up and take it like a grown up should.

"Dreamer? Did I offend you in someway?" Rachel asked.

"No, not really Rachel." Dreamfinder replied, "But if anyone has offended someone in someway in this aircraft, it's you offending yourself,telling yourself you cannot imagine anything because you feel forced not to."

"But-"

"No buts!" he yelled, "If you really believe you are not worthy of using the power of imagination to get you out of trouble and face these challenges all on your own, then by all means go grovel back into your own bed and cry your heart out until you learn some sense!"

          Biting her lip, she tried not to cry. She may have allowed one tear to fall due to the fact that all what Dreamfinder said is true. Her eyes shut tightly to prevent anymore from coming out. Then Rachel took a deep breath and just sat down beside him, leaning on the rails and watching the dreamt-up candy land slowly stream underneath them as they soar through the cotton candy clouded sky.

          He sounded very hard on her, Dreamfinder did. That's not the way to encourage people to use their imagination either happily or generally. Now he's having a small twist of pain inside him watching the girl sit in defeat. It didn't feel right to say things like that, not to a woman or anyone. And anything interrupting his concentration on imagining his Dream Machine to fly could cause great scare and extreme peril. He sighed deeply trying to clear his mind. His thoughts right now are filled with happy things like flying and friendship. He's got both of those things now, but he seems to think Rachel doesn't believe in such happiness for her. Especially how he just treated her. Still he smiled at her, set the controls to autopilot and again and joined her on the rails, giving her a pat and a touch behind her head. Normally that's a creepy thing for a strange man to do to a woman, but somehow Rachel feels it comforting.

"My dear Rachel," he began, "Don't think I said all of this to keep you down. I am only trying to help you. If you keep thinking of yourself to be not worthy or anything, you are going to live the rest of you life in great pain and misery and I don't want that to happen to you."

"I appreciate it, Dreamer, really I do." said Rachel, "Though you are right. I do often go to bed crying myself to sleep because I never really take a stand for myself. And with that, I can never imagine anything so long as I'm like that. Too many bad thoughts, not much goodness to concentrate on as it passes on. If you take me on this journey to imagination, then I pray to God that this and you and Figment are my saving grace for helping me. I don't want to live like I have lived before. If I must do this, I'm leaving my old self behind. And if I do this, then you don't know me anymore but someone new in me. If you'll still have me."

"Now that's the right attitude. Not exactly the right tone, but definitely the right attitude. And Figment and I are happy to help."

"Thanks. So...any chance we could go down and grab a nibble of that candy?" Rachel smiled.

Dreamfinder chuckled with delight, "I'm afraid not. But we can come back when we have some free time or have completed our journey."

"Oh well."

"And with that being said, I believe it's time to head to the next magical realm." Calling for Figment to come to the front of the ship he stands up and heads back to the controls only to stop himself with a forgotten then remembered thought. He then said, "I have something for you, Miss Rachel." He takes out a little box from his jacket pocket, opens it, and gives it to Rachel saying, "The gem on this necklace is made out of very tiny blue stars collected from the realms in between. Each of the ones that have been processed to this form represents the countless dreams that will soon come to be and be made from mind into matter. That is to say that once you begin wearing it, whatever you can imagine will come true at your command when the gem glows. It's a helping start for you to begin using your imagination process. Though the quantities of dream-come-trues are limitless, the power won't last forever the longer you use it. But it's still a lovely thing to wear whenever you go. Plus, great things will happen to you once the gem becomes useless for dream making."

          Dreamfinder takes out the necklace and puts it around Rachel's neck. It suited her. Blue is Rachel's favorite color as well as silver for the chain. It glistened in the morning light reflecting the color on Rachel's skin. Being given a present just made Rachel's day even though it's better to give than to receive. If it's anyone who is feeling good about it, it's Dreamfinder. Watching her smile at the gift made him blush a little. Ah, the feeling of gift giving!

"Thank you! It's beautiful." Rachel smiled.

"Wear it well." said Dreamfinder, "Now where's Figment? Rachel, can you go get him for me while I get everything here ready."

"Sure thing, Dreamer."

          While Dreamfinder went to tend on the Dream Machine's controls, Rachel set out to look for Figment in the cabin. Halfway across the railway, she stopped. She thought of her new gift given by her host and its qualities. He said that for a while so long as Rachel wears the necklace, she could imagine anything she wants and make it real. She has an idea in mind on what to imagine to life. Rachel closed her eyes and concentrated on the picture in her mind, hoping what Dreamfinder said is true about the gem. Then when she opened her eyes after hurting them for a few seconds she didn't feel any different. Perhaps she didn't concentrate hard enough. She is just starting learning how to use her imagination power.

          Suddenly, Rachel felt something in her pocket. She reached into it, pulled it out and to her surprise came out something she had imagined it to be: a Reese's Peanut Butter Cups candy bar! She wanted to see if she would find on down below in the candy land suppose Dreamfinder lowered the ship. With great delight and fascination, Rachel laughed. Therefore finally believing there truly is a great variety of possibilities. Leaving the candy bar in her pocket for the time being, she continued to find Figment.