Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Let Sleeping Horses Lie
I keep having dreams about a white horse. It shows up wherever I go. For some reason, I dreamt I was living back home at my parent’s old house.
I was coming home from town and my mom ran to me while I was coming up the driveway. She was showing me some jellied, edible flower that she had just made and wanted me to go to the store and get more. We approached the house and I looked down. I saw the white horse in the flower garden, lying on its side, sleeping.
I said, “Mom! Mom! Look, it’s the white horse! Do you see it?”
She calmly replied, “Yes. I do.”
“You see it? You mean I’m not going crazy, you actually see it?”, I asked feeling relieved.
“Yes, I do. Oh look! It’s getting up.”, she said, as if this conversation was perfectly normal.
I look over and sure enough, the white horse is getting up and he and my mom apparently start communicating....but I don’t hear a sound.
What in blazes is that supposed to mean?
