You fly down to the cave and take your first deserved slumber. Quickly you slip into unconsciousness.
You begin dreaming of epic tales. A young manateeman is born, he seems to be the son of your spokesman. He has shown high intelligence and social understanding from the minute he was born. You see him grow up and experience his view of the world. As a young man he saw the first ships, riding by the island. Their painted sails were filled with the everlasting winds, so they passed quickly. This inspired him to use the wind for energy as well, and he constructed the first canoe. To accomplish this he had to walk into the forest, a most tedious task for the youngster, and receive woods. He walked aimlessly for a while, not sure what to look for, when he was circled by three orangutans. They spoke to him in his language, but had a strange unhowling accent to it. They showed him the way to a perfect tree. Big and wide in diameter, this tree would serve well.
He worked several days, after the orangutans cut the tree. His obsidian carving knife would quickly form the tree. With the apes, he carried the canoe down to the village, where he would present it to the tribe. A great feast was held and the orangutans were invited.
Soon trade emitted and the different tribes of manateepeople exchanged goods and stories. Many orangutans left to other islands too, and were accepted with great eager, as they were able landworkers. Soon the town would get a solid base with small channels in between. A bit more fortified and connected to the land, your statue can be seen in the middle.
During this time, Khayan the Manateeman, had risen to become a local hero, as he wrestled a serpentinian underwater triumphantly. After this he would often sit quietly in his private house waiting for a new time to begin.
You awaken. You realize your dream had happened.