
Snoozia Kingdom of Wilfred
In a dream, the spirit of my mother came to me and showed me a kingdom that I was to rule, a spirit kingdom not of the earthly realm of Medieval. I beheld settlers and subjects scuttling to and fro, intent on the peaceful pursuits my prosperous realm presented them. Trade, art, knowledge, worship, all done to enrich and make happy. Why could not the waking world be this way? What would I have to do to make it that way?
The Resurrection of Wilfred the Wanderer. I, Wilfred, have died but am alive again! A title of Wanderer did not protecteth me from my 1st dumbfounded death. No more must mine cause bring me to this point.