I’ve had these dreams before. Dreams of being a satyr. I’m not even sure when they started. It’s not like they happen every night. Every three or four months, maybe. Just often enough to think, “Another one of those dreams again.” I’m in the woods. Hunting. For a young guy. Not cruising. Hunting. I can hear him. Smell him. Even if he’s trying to be quiet. He knows I’m there. He saw me in the shadows. He knows that I want him. That I will get him.
Then I step out from behind a bush and he’s there. Back against a tree. Eyes wide. Panting. The light is dim, but I can see him clearly. I don’t know how much he can see. A man. Tall. Broad shoulders. The silhouette of horns curling from my temples? I slowly move closer. I don’t want to scare him. He’ll run again. Just keep him there. Frozen against the tree. Until I’m in front of him, our bodies almost touching.
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