"No one knows why the Dreamwalkers are chosen, except that they all have immense imaginations. Beyond that, I doubt a Dreamkin alive knows why you're chosen," Wieland reasoned, reaching toward a cup of wine that wasn't there moments before. "As to your purpose, the original Dreamwalkers were brought to tame the Dreaming. The eventually became known as the Dawnwalkers. Now? You don't really have any purpose predesigned for you. Usually, you just explore, do as you wish, and, most importantly, train your mind to the powers inherent in your humanity.<br/><br/>"The King is the highest authority on the actions, and movements of the Dreamwalkers, but that can be overruled by the Princess Peaseblossom, who rules the Summer Exarchate. That is why we are on our way to him now, actually. He needs to formally recognize the new Dreamwalkers, and give them the Right of Passage among the civilized lands."<br/><br/>He reached for a small cake now, plucking it out of thin air, pausing to take the small morsel in and enjoy it. "As for why you don't remember, have you been to a mental ward? The ones in the padded room that mutter are, often enough, the result of residual Dreams breaking through to the mortal realm. The two don't mix. That is why you only remember the most mundain of dreams. If one was allowed to consciously recall what they were capable of in the Dreaming, they'd cause themselves serious mental damage.<br/><br/>"As for the time... It fluctuates. Sometimes it's only a few days, while other times it's up to a month. It all depends on things we have no control over."