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There__ a dream I keep having,_ Sheridan whispered into the telephone. __he dream has always been the same__ntil tonight.___nd what happened tonight?_ asked Lil_ John.Sheridan hesitated, his words stumbling out in tentative phrases: __he man in my dream . . . he spoke to me for the first time . . . he told me of a sacred gift that had been lost . . . a gift that could save the world.___our dream,_ John urged gently. __s the gods conspiring to give you freedom, just like the elders sang that night in the Sundance ceremony:__hen worlds collideThere sounds a tollingA call to riseAnd seize the momentThe gods conspireTo give us freedomWhen worlds collideThe journey has begunSheridan pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, Lil_ John__ words suffocating him. Pushing back from the precipice of dread, Sheridan strained to speak, his husky words weak and staggering: __hat are you saying?___our search for the sacred gift has already begun . . .