Black Horses

***I apologize for my absence, everyone :( - after a bout with a stomach virus and then food poisoning after that, I've been eating phenergan and trying to get back up to full steam. For those asking, Dad is better but still having trouble with angina.***


I had a dream two nights ago that's lodged in my brain like a bullet.

A black horse galloping like mad across desert scrubland. He was covered in sweat and dust, but he wouldn't stop running. I saw myself there on the edge of dry hot nowhere, feeling hopeless and sad. I turned around and saw him distant. He wasn't tired anymore when he saw me, and I knew in my mind that his relentless push all along was to get to me. No matter what, no matter how far he had to go so we'd be together again. When we saw each other, the hopeless feeling just fell away. He wasn't tired anymore when he saw me and I wasn't scared. That's when I woke up.

I've dreamed of the black horse before. Many times. He's always taking me somewhere, or keeping me safe. He's never dangerous, scary or negative. His eyes are human, like he understands what I'm saying, and what's best for me even when I don't. He's some sort of caretaker, belonging to me in a strange way, and most importantly, he never gives up or tires or stops.

Almost a decade ago, a woman of great mystery told me she'd had a dream of a black horse with its head being held, that it was stomping the ground and struggling violently to get loose. She said she knew in her heart that it was me, and to "hold on"...