At Long Last, The Watcher Arrives at the Golden Fields

At long last I came to the Golden Fields. I expected feelings of relief and fulfillment, but instead felt a gnawing hunger. A Reaper approached me and handed me a scythe.

Reaper: Welcome, Watcher. We have long expected you. With this tool you can reap to your heart’s content.

I: What is it I am to reap?

Reaper: Dreams. We collect dreams so that we may hoard them.

I: To what end are these dreams hoarded?

The Reaper paused, as if unable to understand my question.

Reaper: To prevent others from having them.

I dropped my scythe and left immediately.