Dreams of Future and Past

I have spent about a week now helping tend to Samuel's field and accepting his generosity, I now call myself Leander, after my favourite of the flowers he grows. I have taken Ollpheist as my surname, which Samuel tells me is usually meant to tie one to a family. He calls it a strange choice, but it feels right to me, as it is the first thing I can remember being called.
 
I went into town yesterday to help Samuel set up his stall. He seemed on good terms with many of the folk we passed and I was introduced to a number of people. Some people seemed wary of me, but seeing me with Samuel put many more at ease. I even got to try selling flowers. I wasn't very good at it, but Samuel gave me a small purse of coins as a wage regardless. During the day I had the opportunity to walk about the market, during which time I came across a cartographer's stall. The maps on display captivated me for much of the day, this world is incomprehensibly huge, to think all I can recall has occurred on one small islet nestled far to the north of such a vast continent. The area around the Vein sea was particularly exciting. So many nations in one small area, guiding and shaping thousands of lives, each carving out a distinct culture across varied landscapes. I have decided to set my sights on seeing more of the world, after I have earned enough from working for Samuel, I will try to find a ship that will take me across the ocean to these distant lands.
 
My hours of rest have been disrupted as of late. I do not seem to need sleep as Samuel does, though I can tire, I rest by simply lying in contemplation for a few hours at a time. Recently however, I have been disturbed from this rest. It is as though I drift off and stop regarding the outside world, instead becoming immersed in a world in my own head, only to return with a start at some point hours later and with no recollection of this imaginary world. When I described this to Samuel he said it sounded like 'dreaming.' He tells me he cannot remember all of his dreams, and that sometimes they are good and sometimes they are bad. Parts of this account seem to fit what I have experienced, but what he describes as a dream still seems different somehow, and I have yet to remember a single one of my own dreams.