Inside the portal of the imaginative realms bore stars of blue rapidly sparkling past the Dream Machine in a limitless space of black and smeared purple violet. Its tunnel zipped by as if time were passing by in light speed. The Dreamfinder and Figment have their guest with them and the journey to the imagination worlds has begun. As the Dreamfinder drives the Dream Machine through the portal, the purple dragon took out a butterfly net and attempted to catch some of those blue stars as if they were actual butterflies.

"Figment! If you collect more than enough blue stars, would you mind if I took some?" the Dreamfinder asked.

"Not at all, Dreamfinder!" Figment replied, "What do you need them for?"

"I'm thinking of making a welcoming present for Rachel."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I do want it to be good."

"Then I'll do my best to catch enough for you."

"Thanks Figment."

          Figment takes out an extra butterfly net from behind his back, swinging it to and fro to catch as many blue stars as he can for the Dreamfinder use. They sparkle and twinkle like glitter on black construction paper in the sunlight. When one of those stars pass by your ears you can hear a tingling sound ringing. Ring-a-ting-ting-ting, they chime, ting-a-ring-ring-ring. What are these blue stars passing by the Dream Machine is they stride on to continual nothingness? There is no specific name to it, but what they are usually known for are the future of imagination, tiny little remnants of light that are soon destined to become soon-to-be imaginations of the human mind or material for creating creations. Stars that become born in the imagination will turn to pure light or pure darkness, sweet dreams or terrible nightmares. There is an entire universe of them as far as Figment and the Dreamfinder are concerned and that's a good thing. So long as there are so many of them, it means that the world is inspired to imagine and keep imagining. What a person would yearn to see such a sight as this.

          Up ahead, there is a brighter light, the ending gateway from the portal to world of imagination. Full speed ahead! The Dreamfinder pushes the two main switches forward making the Dream Machine fly faster before the portal closes on them and be trapped inside until the next portal opens. With this much speed, the stars pass by much quicker as if it were hyperspace from Star Wars. Just in time the Dream Machine reaches out of the portal safely in one piece.

"Made it!" the Dreamfinder exclaimed, "Figment, how many stars did you catch?"

"Enough to fill two buckets with, Dreamfinder!" said Figment holding up both butterfly nets filled with tiny blue stars, "One for you and one for me!"

"Splendid! Now do me a favor: fly over to the back of the airship and catch whatever comes out of the vacuum!"

"You got it!"

          Figment flies over to the airbag where the other end of the vacuum spills out new and processed objects. The Dreamfinder grabs a handful of the tiny blue stars and casts them into the front of the vacuum pipe. When anything is put into that vacuum no matter what the material may be, it always makes either a chiming or a funny sound as it is being processed with dream power. The Dreamfinder has had an idea in mind on what to make Rachel out of these blue stars and soon it will be made from mind to matter, as does the nature of imagination. The pipe processes the blue stars as it's supposed to and out comes on Figment's side...nothing big, nothing too small: a tiny blue gem necklace with a strong silver chain emanated out of vacuum. Figment catches the necklace and flies back to the Dreamfinder with it.

"This is pretty!" said Figment holding it up for the Dreamfinder to see.

"It's perfect! It's beautifully perfect!" said the Dreamfinder in great delight taking the necklace kindly from Figment's hand. "Hmm...there's no cracks on it. That's good. And the chain is strong, too. That's also good. Now to keep it safe in this box until Rachel wakes up."

"You want me to go check and see if she wakes up?"

"No, no. Unless she takes still sleeps by noon, let her wake up on her own. Though I hate to admit she's missing out on this wonderful view out here below us."

"Okey-dokey!"

          Figment returns to his personal chair behind the Dreamfinder's as they watch the clouds pass by them, fluffy as cotton candy. In fact...

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          The morning light shines through Rachel's bedroom window and onto her eyes, blinding her. She didn't want to wake up, so says her mind, but her body says she has to. It's 9:13 in the morning. At least, that's what her time zone's time would be on Earth. Now that she, the Dreamfinder, and Figment are in a different realm, there is no telling what time it really is. She yawned big and stretched. What happened last night with the Dreamfinder and Figment she figured it was all just a dream. She would be back home in her lower bunk bed with her desk beside her and a trash bin in between. From her bed back home, the desk and bin are an easy reach. It is the same case scenario for her new bedroom in her new home. As Rachel opens her eyes, she realizes that she is not in the same place she expects to be. Instead of her purple and pink room she's been meaning to repaint, this new room is in brown and mahogany red. The closet is not in the right place and there has never been a window over her bedside. Something is wrong, she thought to herself, and she is right. Rachel looked out the window over her bed and noticed that what should be a plastered concrete wall is actually a light blue sky with pink, sugary, fluffy clouds. She could not understand how this is all possible. But then she remembered meeting Figment and the Dreamfinder last night at the hotel.

"No, it can't be." she gasped.

          She turned away from the window and spotted a small stack of clothes, a pair of shoes and goggles with a note attached to them sitting on the desk. Rachel took the note and it said:


                                           Dear Rachel,

                                                    These clothes should start you off on
                                                    this journey to protect and warm you up
                                                    from the cold air outside. Hope it fits you well.
                                                    We'll be outside at the fore of the Dream Machine.

                                                                                       D.F. + F


          That did it; that solved her mystery. What happened last night is all true. She really is in the Dream Machine with Figment and the Dreamfinder! And what is a fore anyway? Whatever it means, she didn't care at the moment. She cannot believe this is happening, taking up an offer from a man in a ridiculous outfit and a purple, steer-horned dragon. What was she thinking? Rachel wanted to beat the heck out of those two for getting her involved, but then she thought it to be pointless. For instance, she already did that to the Dreamfinder the night before. And she did agree to go along with them as they asked her to. Well, whether or not she was tired, she asked for it; she wanted to go along with this trick and this is what she got. As Hernando Cortés once said during his voyages to the New World, "Burn the boats," which means, "There is no turning back." It makes her think that he might as well have kept an extra boat just in case. There is no way out now, so she is stuck.

          Rachel took the clothes to the closet and changed. She came out in a loose sand-colored long sleeved shirt, baggy beige pants, a mahogany red sleeveless jacket, golden forged protective goggles over her eyes, and black boots. Finally, the girl left the bedroom, into the hallway, and out to the right side of the airship. There is where Rachel truly enters a whole new world unlike any other.

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          The skies surround the Dream Machine with its daylight and peculiar pink clouds. The only time there could be pink clouds during the day would have to be at sunset, not in broad daylight. There is something sweet about them that it looks pretty edible. Rachel reached out to the cloud closest to the airship and grabbed a piece of it. Normally, cloud would just slips through a person's hand as it passes by, but not this one. Rachel was able to grab a small chunk of it. She looks at it, smells it, and then tastes it.

"Cotton candy?" Rachel asked herself. She took another bite of the piece and said, "Yes, most definitely!"

          She looks below to the surface ground and she sees is an actual candy wonderland! Odd. Last night, Rachel tried to have some sweet dreams and she thought of candy. In this world, Rachel's imagination has come to life! And this never happens. Rachel has not believed anything is possible since she was a little girl living with her parents. This right here is beyond unbelievable.

          Eating the rest of the cotton candy she caught Rachel searched the airship for Figment and the Dreamfinder. Along the way she took the time to observe the steam pipes and everything connected to them. All of the gears and pistons are exposed for all to see as well as its pipes and balloons. Before the Dreamfinder added the cabin space, there was no walkway on the sides of the Dream Machine. Now there is a walkway on both sides as well as rails to keep everyone from falling off. Putting aside the fact that this new realm if all made of candy, the view from the Dream Machine is phenomenal! If you've seen birds fly over you, then you would know it would be hard to believe yourself flying over those birds while riding on the Dream Machine. A whole flock of white birds, about fifty of them, flew underneath the airship and then receded to another direction. This never ever happens to Rachel. She feels glad that it did and probably will keep going as the journey stretches on.

          Finally, Rachel finds the Dreamfinder and Figment at the "fore" of the airship, but she didn't say anything. It is crazy to think that someone like Rachel right now would come to know the Dreamfinder, I mean the Dreamfinder, in person!

"I'm gonna go eat something healthy in the kitchen before I get tempted to eat those sweets." said Figment, flying off his chair to the opposite walkway from Rachel.

"Alright!" the Dreamfinder chuckled, "Tell Rachel to come out here if you see her awake."

"No problem, Dreamfinder!"

          With Figment gone for a moment, the Dreamfinder is left alone unaware of Rachel's presence. She crept up to him hoping he wouldn't notice. She even felt the nerve to tap his shoulder but she couldn't. Tapping onto a celebrity's shoulder is like touching a sacred monument. She wrapped her fingers back into her fist figuring there is no point in trying to talk to him while he's focusing on piloting the airship. So Rachel just stood there behind him. What would she say to him? She had already had her little temper tantrum last night. And now that the Dreamfinder has taken her to a new world, Rachel has so many questions to ask her but is afraid to say anything to him after the way she had acted earlier. Still the Dreamfinder was nice enough to ask her to come despite how she treated him. How can she really live that down? Rachel tried reaching out for his shoulder again. This time she touched him.

"Huh?" the Dreamfinder turned around and found Rachel standing behind him, "Oh, good morning Rachel! Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess." she replied.

"That's good. Have any pleasant dreams?"

"I suppose so, yes."

"Isn't it amazing out here? I believe this world came from you. I was not thinking about candy last night. And when I tell you to think of sweet dreams, you really make sweet dreams come true!"

"I guess you really weren't kidding after all. You know, about the realms of imagination."

"I never lie, Rachel, nor would I dare to start wanting lying to you or anyone."

"Well that goes into the file."

"Have you seen the clouds passing by when you came out here?"

"Yeah." Rachel smiled, "I took a piece out of one of them and it tasted like cotton candy!"

"You see? Not only should imagination look good, but it should also taste good. But this isn't all there is to it. There is so much more!" then the Dreamfinder set the controls to autopilot, stood up to face Rachel and said, "And I am more than willing to teach you what Figment and I know about what true imagination is."

"Could you?"

"I'm sure we could, but that is up to you. We haven't exactly gone too far away from Earth, so I can still turn the ship around and take you back there if you want me to. Last chance. Do you want to go home now?"

"Do you want me to go home?" Rachel asked.

"No, but whatever your decision may be, I will support it."

Rachel thought about it for a second and then shook her head "no."

"I'm gonna stay with you and Figment."

"Good choice." the Dreamfinder smiled.

"So...what kind of name is 'the Dreamfinder' anyway? Is that a name you were born with?"

"Of sorts. I got the name when I realized my destiny of using the power of my imagination for good and it had stuck with me ever since. I'm not exactly ready, however, to tell you all of my secrets. When the time comes, you will be the first to know."

"What about Figment?"

"He already knows everything about me. I created him!" he laughed.

"Right." Rachel chuckled along and then said, "Not that I'm saying that 'Dreamfinder' is a bad name, it's a great name, but would you mind if I called you 'Dreamer'...for short?"

"Not at all, Rachel."

"Good. So, uh...I guess I should apologize for how I behaved last night...and for choking you."

"It's quite alright, my dear. I suppose Figment and I had it coming for getting you...well, you know."

"Yeah."

"DREAMFINDER! DREAMFINDER!" Figment flew outside shouting.

"What is it, Figment?" the Dreamfinder asked.

"I can't find her! I can't find Rachel! I looked everywhere from her bedroom to the rest of the cabin and-"

"Figment." the Dreamfinder signals his eyes to where Rachel is standing and says, "She's right here."

"Hey." Rachel greeted shyly.

"Whew! Good, that's a relief." Figment sighed, "So Rachel, were you thinking about candy last night? Because this place is great!"

"I guess so."

"Oh come now, don't be modest." said the Dreamfinder with confidence, "Everyone has an imagination big enough to create their own world. Look at what you have done. Pretty impressive, I must say."

          Rachel didn't say anything else. She just stared at the ground with a frown that was not hiding well enough. Only the Dreamfinder was able to notice it and press on.

"You don't seem satisfied with your work, are you not?" the Dreamfinder asked Rachel.

"Huh?" she snapped out of her zone.

"You're sulking."

"Oh no, it's not about the candy land. I think it's great! I'm kinda tempted to jump down and take as much as I can for the road- uh, sky. I'm fine, Dreamer, really."

"I should tell you this, Rachel. We don't keep secrets from each other but with each other on the Dream Machine. If you have anything problematic you want to talk about, you can always talk to us."

"Yeah, Rachel!" Figment exclaimed, "We're your friends now. You can trust us."

          The girl looks into Figment's yellow eyes seeing a spark of trust in him. She couldn't help but smile a little for his comedic humor. She then looked at the Dreamfinder, or by now it's just Dreamfinder or 'Dreamer' to her, and he smiled to her, too. Looking into his eyes, all blue and bold like the color of the ocean, Rachel can feel a kind of warmness in him as warm and soothing as daylight. There is some trust in those blue eyes, too, yet Rachel feels there is something more in there. Still, she's not going to go too far into taking in what they said.

"It's going to take more than just taking me to a different realm to gain my full-on trust and for me to trust you, just so you know." Rachel informed.

"I understand." Dreamfinder agreed.

"Me too." said Figment.

"Now there is much to discuss the missing geodesic sphere." Dreamfinder pointed, "Come with me."

          With the Dream Machine still on autopilot, Dreamfinder leads Rachel and Figment into the living room where their meeting would be held. He brought out a suitcase from his bedroom closet to the coffee table. Research papers and notes filled the entire interior where at the time the suitcase is open they would slide out. After Dreamfinder reassembled the papers and arranged them the way he wanted them to be with Figment's help, there begins a lot more explaining to their newest member of the group.

"Now to start off, Rachel, do you know what this thing is?" Dreamfinder asked.

          He took out a picture of a giant sphere with six legs supporting it. It looks so much like a golf ball on multiple tees and without a club. The second Dreamfinder showed the picture was when Rachel took instant notice of it.

"That's Spaceship Earth from EPCOT!" Rachel revealed.

"There's a name to it?" Figment wondered out loud.

"So you do know of it then." Dreamfinder assumed, "Do you know anything about it?"

"Spaceship Earth is an attraction ride that opened on EPCOT's grand opening in 1982 that's supposed to tell Earth's history spanning 40,000 years ago." Rachel describes, "Its diameter is 165 ft with 11,324 isosceles triangles weighing up to 15,520,000 lbs. The attraction is made of a carbon-aluminum compound called alucabond and it sits on six legs on a hexagonal support. Spaceship Earth is actually made with twocircles that stands 2ft from each other: one to house the ride inside and the other outside with the triangles, or to say the 'shell,' where when it rains the water is collected in between into a gutter system and channels into the World Showcase Lagoon that takes up almost half of the park's space. It's taken the Disney Imagineers and students and staff from MIT University slightly over two years to build and perfect while conducting engineering studies. Everything inside the attraction consists of props that are and have been highly consulted by universities with the highest historic professions for accuracy including the Smithsonian Institute from cavemen times to hieroglyphics to the printing press all the way up to today's inventions and innovations."

          Dreamfinder and Figment said nothing. They stare at Rachel with disbelief at how much knowledge she knows about this particular structure. To them, it's likely that what Rachel just said are not in the notes and research papers they have saved.

"What?" said Rachel realizing the staring.

"How do you know that much?" Figment asked.

"I learned my history of the parks since I graduated high school. I'm trying to learn and work my way up to become a Disney Imagineer by