This is a dream having nothing at all to do with Gord. It was a dream I've had at least 5 times since childhood.
In the dream, I'm about 12 years old, and am riding a beautiful white stallion up the side of the road, where I lived. When I reached the top of the hill, my neighbor saw the horse and asked me to bring it over to her place. So, I proudly rode the horse right up to her... and it changed into a rusty old bicycle. I wonder what the significance of this dream is.
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