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Our conversation ended and I thought he was passing the phone back to Roasters poor man’s shirt. I held on, waiting as there was some muffled noise on the other end. In retrospect, he was placing the hand-held part of the device in its cradle thinking he was hanging up. Before I could figure out what was going on and hang up myself I heard just a small snippet of conversation which changed my life. One night I had a dream; I was standing alone in the middle of a forest clearing. There were sun dapples all around me, and everything was green, gold, and warm peaty browns. Suddenly from the edge of the clearing, a centaur came running towards me.
His hair and body were dark brown, and his upper body was lean and Roasters poor man’s shirt. I remember it so clearly, even now. Without breaking stride, he scooped me up in his arms and continued running to the other edge of the clearing. And that’s when I woke up. I instantly felt deep, overwhelming grief that it was a dream, and that feeling didn’t leave me for weeks. Over time I came to terms with the knowledge that he was just a dream, but the feeling of loss never left me. Neither did the clarity of the dream. I just put it away, because I would again feel that overwhelming sadness that it would never be.