The Dream

I once had a dream. I was living in a one bedroom apartment with my ex near the Danforth in Toronto, and in the dream I woke up and noticed that while my body was the same from the waist up, the lower half of me had become a horse. It was peculiar. I walked to the bathroom and saw in the mirror that I wasn’t mistaken, my lower half was indeed a horse.

I took the elevator to the ground floor and went for a walk down to Greektown. In each little shop, there were figurines of men with the lower halves of horses, and I noticed, they looked a lot like me. I passed a T-shirt shop where they were selling shirts with my likeness, but the lower half of me was a horse. Even the cake shop had a cake that was made to look like a man (specifically me) with the lower half of a horse.

I woke up and told my ex about the dream, and she said I should look up what it means on the internet. Nothing could have prepared me for the truth that presented itself.

It turns out I’m really self-centaured.

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