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I can't stop thinking about a dream I had. I'm floating down a river as I lay face up on a wooden canoe, and I can't move. I'm heavy and confused. It's nighttime and can't feel anything but my own weight. I look up and there's a figure sitting on the bow seat of the canoe paddling us forward. I should be scared, but for some reason I'm not. I'm calm. And as if to reassure me that I was right not to be afraid, this person reached for me and caressed my face in such a way that I let out a long, soft breath that said more than I ever could. I felt weightless and happy. I stopped trying to move, or look around, or make sense of that moment. I relaxed, tilted my head back and felt myself be propelled forward along the stream. The pitch blackness turned into day and I watched the sunrise. The foggy orange, reds, pinks and yellows loomed over the horizon and I remember the sky looked as if someone had spilled honey over it. I smiled to myself and dozed off.