RetailWorkhorse
01-28-2009, 08:51 AM
I had an odd dream last night. Allow me to set the scene for you.
I'm in the Hometown of my Birth, in a space in Time that was quite a while ago. A very long time ago, when tobacco grew in the fields and the trees were heavy with damp leaves.
I'm riding a horse. A very LARGE horse. Bareback with only a bridle with a rope leash to steer by, and really, I wasn't doing any sort of steering. I was merely there for the ride.
The horse and I were having a fairly lucid conversation (as lucid a conversation you can have with a horse that could not physically speak) about where we wanted to go in life. I wanted to go left, he wanted to go right. So we went right, as he was the one doing all the walking anyhow. I started telling him about the neighbourhood and about the white stallion unicorn that lived in a nearby field. As we passed the field we saw him, majestic and pure white. With an attitude to make a spoiled 2 year old proud. I called out to him "Hello, Beastie!" and was ignored, but I was still telling the horse beneath me about how mean the white unicorn was.
We continued on, and I woke up just as the Horse was beginning to tell me about where he was actually taking me.
It was odd, is all. And I kinda wanted to share. So I shared.
I'm in the Hometown of my Birth, in a space in Time that was quite a while ago. A very long time ago, when tobacco grew in the fields and the trees were heavy with damp leaves.
I'm riding a horse. A very LARGE horse. Bareback with only a bridle with a rope leash to steer by, and really, I wasn't doing any sort of steering. I was merely there for the ride.
The horse and I were having a fairly lucid conversation (as lucid a conversation you can have with a horse that could not physically speak) about where we wanted to go in life. I wanted to go left, he wanted to go right. So we went right, as he was the one doing all the walking anyhow. I started telling him about the neighbourhood and about the white stallion unicorn that lived in a nearby field. As we passed the field we saw him, majestic and pure white. With an attitude to make a spoiled 2 year old proud. I called out to him "Hello, Beastie!" and was ignored, but I was still telling the horse beneath me about how mean the white unicorn was.
We continued on, and I woke up just as the Horse was beginning to tell me about where he was actually taking me.
It was odd, is all. And I kinda wanted to share. So I shared.