Mar 02, 2009 07:48
I started writing this in my dream last night and finished it in the shower this morning. Although the events described occurred in the dream, they are completely fictional..
We came outside for the horses running through, popping up over the fences like a merry-go-round, two big black stallions and three pie-bald mares. We came out to make sure the sheep weren't getting any ideas, but they weren't even looking at the horses, too big and fast and powerful to enter into their world. Then one of the mares, not liking the fence before her, did a quick change and ran into one of the stallions. He went down. She went down. Then she got up on shaky legs and all the horses gathered and all of us humans gathered too, looking down at the stallion, the stallion looking up at us with large, peaceful eyes. Then he closed his eyes and put his head down and the horses gave a little whinny and continued running through.
dreams,
writing