The Dream (and I haven't read Walter Farley for years)

[shanmonster]

I'm in a horse race with two other riders in the midst of a dark coniferous forest. One rider sits a white horse, and the other a red. I'm riding a huge black stallion, but he's beneath a shroud which makes him look white. We wait in the shadows, and as the red and white tear by, we burst out of the woods. The shroud rips off as my stallion bolts. We emerge from the woods in a gradual transition from white to black, and as we gallop by, I also gradually turn into a young man named Alec.

It is nighttime, and the wind blows shadows at us. I'm whipped across the face by them, and I tuck my face down close to my mount's neck. We're running faster than I've ever ridden before, and losing the other horses far behind in our dust.

I smile grimly. I know I must win this race.

Then I wake up.

Comments

[fullyarmdvishnu.livejournal.com]

This dream has an anime feel to it. I don't know why.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Yes, I can see that....

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I used to adore his books. I was more of a fane of the Flame books than the Black books, mostly because I thought Alec was a weiner.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Er, wiener.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

The Island Stallion! Remember now?

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Aaaa! They're the best ones! Go find some and indulge your inner pony boy.