Wednesday, December 03, 2003

+ Horse in a Fancy Restaurant +

I am on the bus, telling a story of a book that I cannot remember. Then, like a flashback, I see myself in a fancy-looking restaurant, but much younger (about six or seven, maybe eight). I'm facing a large bookcase that seperates the kitchen from the seating area, near the door. The book I was talking about before was on a high shelf and I couldn't reach it, no matter how hard I tried.

When I looked to the door on my right, I saw an older man (about 40 or 50) walk by. He had dark hair, tanned-looking skin, and was dressed in a beautiful headress of feathers that draped over his back to his waist (think: Native American/Canadian). He was leading a horse painted white. I call out and ask him to help me, and he smiles kindly and gets the book and hands it to me.

The huge, thick, (yet amazingly light) red-burnt-looking book has a very old texture and a feeling of great wisdom. I thank him and look at his horse, smiling. The man becomes very excited and no longer looks old. he smiles and looks at his horse saying, "She likes you girl! It's time to reenter the world!!" Peeling off a corner of the paint (which appears to have attached to the horse's skin and is removing a hard, leather-like layer as it is removed) hecries out in joy and smiles brightly at me.

After this, I am back in the bus, still telling the story of how I got this book. When I finish, a person in the seat one ahead, one across from me says, "My claculator has a message board on it... but I cannot post on it. Maybe the three buttons on the back will do that..." They hand it to me and I examine it closely. Looking at the screen I press the buttons on the back and I am suddenly awake, sitting up in bed with my hands clutching the claculator, but it is no longer there.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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