"Elias Dean Finder is another one of my sibling's descendents?" Dreamfinder gasps in shock. "My very own grandnephew?!"

"I actually did not know that."

"Only one grand?" Figment said with thought. "He must be the grandson of the second or third oldest sibling in your family, Dreamfinder."

"I do believe you're right Figment." said Dreamfinder with agreement. "I seem to be getting extended family by the masses in this time period. After all, there were six of me, my brothers and sisters."

"Continue reading, Dreamfinder." Rachel demanded. "What else does it say?"

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It's such an honor to play as my granduncle, the Dreamfinder in tribute to his memory and his heroic deeds to the city of London all those years ago. I would have loved to have known him and his little purple dragon, Figment he they hadn't defeated disappeared in the process. If they were here today, I'm sure they would be deeply honored to have seen the Imagination Pavilion dedicated to them in their honor.

But while my role as my granduncle, along with Ron Schneider, Steve Taylor, Joe Rohde, and Chick McCann, is only part time, I was assigned by Disney, MIT, and the Academy Scientifica-Lucidus to conduct a research on the mental and physical effects of imagination, picking up where my granduncle Dreamfinder had left off before he and Figment disappeared. Before I started my acting shifts as the Dreamfinder, I traveled from Florida to London to learn about my family roots and to find out about Dreamfinder's personal life before his journey into imagination began. There, I met up with the brilliant scientist, Dr. Nigel Channing. He, too, has an interest in the effects of imagination, but I believe his views are a bit more practical than how I see them. We've talked over lunch and the expression on his face when I told him that I have the Dreamfinder, as one of my past relatives was priceless. He became totally excited over the fact. Especially when I told him my granduncle's story the way my grandmother, granduncles and grandaunt, and my great-grandmother remembered it. A lot of what I ended up remembering has happened to help me as clues to solving the Dreamfinder mystery, if it can be called that. I told Dr. Channing about my mission and asked him if he would be interested helping me in my experiments. I'll never forget the excitement he had in him when he said "yes."

When we returned back to Florida together, the Walt Disney Company was courteous enough to allow us set up shop in our new research lab deep beneath the bowls of the Imagination Pavilion where we would not be disturbed. The place is wide, empty, full of darkness, but I believe that with a little loving tender care, a little color, and a great deal of excitement, I'd be happy to call this place home.

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July 19, 1985.

The hype of playing my granduncle to the guests in the park has kept my adrenaline running a lot more than usual. I believe it must be a small case of workplace paranoia. But it still hasn't stopped me from my continuing my research for imagination. I already have Dr. Channing conducting experiments on some volunteers outside of park grounds. We're trying to understand what people think about in their imaginations with a series of pictures, music and questions while also testing the reactions of psychiatric and neurological brainwaves and how they function. We've tried it on many kinds of people: young and old, male and female, gay, lesbian, transgender—"

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"Huh?" Dreamfinder and Figment grunts in confusion.

"Never mind. I'll explain later." Rachel sighs in a moan. "It's a matter of social change that even I don't understand why it happened to begin with. Keep reading."

"Okay..."

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...and persons diagnosed with autism, depression, PTSD, and what have you. As different as everyone's views are, I've found that the latter choices I've mentioned are in fact the most interesting. Their individual mindsets are unique in many ways. Many of them I've have seen nightmares and dreams based on traumatic early childhood events, fear of success or fail, fear of death, and obsessions of material possessions. It's amazing what goes on in peoples' minds. I am very confident for our mission to be successful.

We've finally moved all of our necessary equipment into the laboratory along with redesigning a majority of the rooms built here into many different themes of the Imagination Pavilion: Art, Science, Theater & Film, Literature, among others. I feel that these rooms will serve a great purpose into our imaginative research, though I feel that the further we're studying this the more strong and effective the rooms' influence is becoming. Besides, I've become quite entertained with them. I might consider actually opening this section of the pavilion to the guests in EPCOT.

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March 5, 1988.

It took a lot longer than I had anticipated, but I've finally convinced the Walt Disney Company to open the Imagination portion of the laboratory to the public for the Imagination Pavilion's 5th Anniversary celebration. It's a sort of underground version of the Image Works with much more to do and a lot more to explore in the realms of imagination and dreams. We're calling it Dream LIVE! and the opening ceremony was a success! I've been spending a majority of my time playing as the Dreamfinder with the puppet Figment and interacting with the guests, all much to my enjoyment. Nigel thinks that my absence in the laboratory is proving ineffective to our studies, but I beg to differ. While in costume, I've been asking the guests what they usually imagine in their free time; preferably children. They seem to have a much vaster world of imagination since they are not yet burdened by the cold facts of reality. Much of the answers I get are either when they imagine fantasy worlds of unicorns and knights in shining armor, the Moon, or any recent entertainment phenomenons like the Ghostbusters, Star Wars, and such. And little does everyone know that a lot of the props in Dream LIVE! are actually working parts used for our experiments with cameras and live footage that we could study everyone thoroughly. Also works well for our job security. The Imaginometer that Dr. Channing and I have built for our research is the perfect tool to determine how much imagine is actually existing within the wall of the pavilion on average every day, month and year. It works as a sort of motion sensor for oncoming individuals while also scanning the level of neuron brainwaves that are acting and reacting inside the human brain when they come in. Imagine the levels that keep rising up the more or less people come in or go. I've yet to understand what interesting pathways of these visual ideals may be opening up for Dr. Channing and myself. I can't help but feel that what we're about to learn in all this will be just the beginning of what we might be up against.

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October 20, 1994.

7:09 PM - I'm writing this as I'm going on. The thunderstorm outside has caused a power outage, so I'm reduced to use one of our emergency flashlights. It's around 7 o'clock in the evening and I've just heard a loud crash coming from the Dreamport section of Dream LIVE!. It might either be spies lurking around to steal information from our research or perhaps some guests who have been locked inside by accident. I'm going to check it out.

7:23 PM - I've just bumped into Nigel at the Rainbow Tunnel and we have now just entered the School of Drama together in search of the noise. He had only just heard of the noise as he was coming out from the Science Room and decided to investigate himself until I showed up. I've decided for us to split up and search everywhere in the pavilion to cover more ground. The suspense is beginning to get worse and worse, but I will maintain to keep my feet sturdy until we find out the problem.

8:08 PM - Forty-five minutes have gone by since Dr. Channing and I have split up and there is still no sign of our intruder. It might have been a palm branch being ripped off from one of the palm trees outside falling against the glass of the building. Thanks goodness the glass is weather sustainable. I'm in the Sweet Treats Room and I have...I just heard another loud crash. It's coming from Science Fiction Room! I'll have to run over there to see what it is.

8:21 PM - It's unbelievable! I've just discovered a real live corporeal entity or artistry in the form of a sprite; A REAL SPARK OF IMAGINATION!!! At least, I believe it is. It could be a fairy, maybe. I've realized the damages it has made. It seems that he thunder outside kept blowing up it must have scared the poor thing into destroying some of the props and hiding behind them. I've managed to calm it down now, but I've become too excited to contain it inside. I'm about to take this little guy to the lab and look deeper into this.

11:42 PM - It's much later than when I last wrote. I became so absorbed by this new fascinating find. Dr. Channing has already joined up with me in the lab and he, too, became shocked at the finding of this creature. I have him trying to communicate with it. He's trying to use sign language and charades, but it only seems to be amusing it. I've checked through the records of last sightings of these beings. It turns out that the last time that one of these little sparks has been last seen just as granduncle Dreamfinder had used his imagination to reenter London and defeated the Articulate Army when he disappeared again for good. I can't make of what these creatures are actually made of, but to find one up close and personal after nearly 85 years of hiding is just incredible! A chance of a lifetime! A once in a blue moon moment! And I already have so many plans to further our study to connect these little sparks to our research. It's changed the entire course of our mission for the very best. I sure wish the real Dreamfinder and Figment were here. What they'd GIVE to see this!

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October 26, 1994.

I've learned quite a bit of these little sparks are about since they've appeared. They seem to be very selective to who they want to communicate with, as in choosing who to actually share and exchange their language. It might have something to do with whom these being are being created by. We've been seeing a few more of those little sparks appearing out of the blue during the past week. The more we saw them, the more we've noticed that everywhere they go they keep leaving a trail of pink glittery dust puffing up into the atmosphere and making our other inventions and working props work TWICE as efficient as before. This must be what my granduncle has been referring to this as dream power. I've kept myself busy looking through my granduncle's notes the Academy Scientifica-Lucidus lent me of the Mesmonic Converter he invented in 1910, the same invention he used to create Figment and start his first journey into imagination. That thing is a dinosaur of machines! But after reviewing the blueprints over and over again, I realized that it was really the helmet that powers the brainwaves to make material objects appear while the larger contraption is what gave the helmet an extra amount of necessary power for it to work. To makes things easier for me, I reconfigured the Imaginometer as a storage facility to store all the dream power could collect from the sparks. Meanwhile, Dr. Channing and I have been reconstructing the helmet exactly as how Uncle Dreamfinder had built it with a few modern modifications to keep it up to date. On the offhand, the multiple sparks that kept appearing have been keeping me company throughout my free leisure moments. I've found out a couple of things of what they've been saying. Something about their Mama. I'm not sure who or what that is, but I'm sure I'll be able to figure that out sooner or later."

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"Skip towards the end, Dreamfinder!" Figment yells. "I want to see what happens then!"

"Very well." said Dreamfinder, repeatedly flipping forward through the pages. "Maybe we'll find out more about what happened to him."

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August 6, 2001.

The Imagination Pavilion I had known before has long gone. To review, the first version has closed down and the Image Works and Dream LIVE! have been closed off from the public due to the sponsors, the Kodak Company, having a really bad financial problem. Much of the staff working at the attraction has been reduced and Dr. Channing and I have been left alone. The name of the attraction has been renamed to "Journey Into YOUR Imagination." In this version, my granduncle and Figment has been taken out and Dr. Channing was given the chance to debut as his own character. I admire the opportunity Nigel has been given for this recognition, but I find it shameful for Disney to have re-themed the attraction without reapplying my granduncle back in it since it WAS dedicated to him in the first place. But that's all in the past now. It's been almost three years since it happened already and I'm still complaining about it, though I really shouldn't.

I've finally completed in building my very own Mesmonic Converter, just like my granduncle Dreamfinder's helmet from long ago. I've made a couple tests already in imaging mental images becoming material and they have all been unanimously successful! And as a bonus, I've finally come to understand the language the sparks speak completely and I am now able to communicate with them verbally, mentally, and even in gestures. I also understand that these little sparks are each of their own keepers to different realms, imaginary beings, and stories just waiting to be unlocked and revealed with inspiration being the key. This I probably should have known. How else would granduncle Dreamfinder have been able to create Figment in the first place? The more I understood the little sparks, the quicker and easier the research was coming together. We're close to finding the truth, I can feel it in every fiber and molecule of my being! If this keeps up, we may finally reveal the mystery of imagination and of my granduncle's success!

I'm becoming very worried about Dr. Channing. He's been acting very strange lately. I mean, more than usual. He's taken to locking himself in his bedroom and the lab. And he spends hours alone with the sparks muttering obsessively to himself and review my granduncle's notes when he thinks I'm not looking. And every time I've asked him to bring me one of the sparks for an experiment he keeps snatching them away and snaps at me. I've always admired Nigel's intelligence and have always taken his best interests at heart, but I've got a feeling that whatever he's up to is not pretty.

Today, however, is very different. We had a little visitor sneaking herself into the Imagination Pavilion while the building was boarded up for refurbishment. It's a 6-year-old child name is Rachel. She is super cute, so small, and naturally classic in beauty and humor. She found one of our secret entrances within the original track of the ride before they were taken out and decided to "drop in." I don't know how long she was in the lab, but when I found her with Dr. Channing I was almost horrified for her. A section of the room we were experimenting in was a complete mess. I assume Rachel must have caused it, but not intentionally. The poor thing was scared to death. I watched her cringing in one corner of the room while Nigel was yelling at her. I told Dr. Channing to kindly back off; he was being awfully hard on her thinking she did this on purpose. Knowing him, he's always jumping to conclusions. I bring Rachel to the Health Aid Room where we keep our emergency healthcare supplies. I used my imagination to transport us there and much to Rachel's surprise, the dear thing started asking me so many questions. The sparks sudden took an instant liking to her. She said that it was the sparks who attracted her to them and guided her into the lab. This the first time I've actually witnessed them calling her their Mama. Up until now, I've never heard them call them that to anyone else, provided that they hardly shown themselves to anyone else other than Nigel and myself. And if that isn't enough, I saw how incredibly fluent both Rachel and the sparks interact to each other, as if they have known each other long before or perhaps they are both part of the same species! I knew immediately that this girl is very, very special. It may be too early for me to say this, but I feel that there is so much something more about her that is anything but human. Her being inhuman, I mean, but not in meanest way. I asked Rachel if she would like to visit us more and her response was incredibly ecstatic. It's been a long while since we had any visitors. To have more of Rachel's company and the ability to study her with the sparks, I pray, will prove very useful for this project. Maybe even better.

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August 14, 2001.

Since Rachel first showed up, the research for studying imagination has improved tenfold than before. But more than that, I feel a more personal improvement onto myself. Up until Rachel came along, I've been feeling the dark enclosures and empty halls closing in on me. In all the years as an actor playing granduncle Dreamfinder and playing doctor in our analysis, I'm sure that the whole world has been going on ahead without me like I am now losing sight of reality. But with Rachel, the fancies I once had, them being the basis of my eagerness to explore imagination and follow in my granduncle's footsteps, have suddenly returned to me. The child is an extreme joy to have around. I love having her here! In the process of my research, we've played and indulged so many things that I myself once have done as a child that I wish I still do; playing tea parties, dressing up, telling stories, and placing ourselves in the shoes of heroes fighting for justice to make everything right. My favorite is where I'd lift her onto the passenger seat unicorn on our own carousel from Dream LIVE! and watch her smile and laugh as the unicorn would ride off with her on its own while I'd follow. Much like Mary Paoppins. I've watched her making friends with the other imaginative folk in