The other night I had the most striking dream. It still remains vividly with me- when I close my eyes the images and shadows parade across my inner vision. It left me feeling expectant- ready. Waiting...

It was Wednesday night- Thursday morning. Jenn fell asleep with her one arm loosely about my shoulders as she does. I dozed off fitfully- when I first fall asleep I often have strange dreams. Of falling- of flying. I always start awake.

But now I fell into something deep- something deeper than usual. I opened my eyes. I was driving in a car with Jenn. It was pouring rain. Through the washed window I could see a crowd of people chasing a white mare. The horse was flinging its head back- running as fast as she could on the highway. She was not pretty in the least- grey patches of dapple were flung randomly upon her flanks- her back was ribbed and old- her head was misshapen. And still the people chased her.

I asked Jenn to stop the car- and she did. "I know she'll come to me." I said and opened the door. The rain was warm- inviting. I stepped out into the storm- hands held out expectantly.

The mare skidded to a halt a few feet from me- eyes rolling in fright. I spoke quietly and held out my right hand.

Suddenly- everything changed. It stopped raining. She eyed the proffered hand in a sort of quiet understanding and stepped forward. She placed her muzzle delicately upon my palm- and the sun broke through the clouds.

Suddenly, she changed. But- I think only I could see it. She became beautiful- swan-like neck and delicate face- perfectly white coat... It was surreal.

I awoke with a start as we locked eyes. Jenn was a little awake- and I excitedly told her about the dream- about how REAL it had seemed... and how I KNEW it meant something- and how I wished I knew what it meant.

I think I do... The symbols race through my head as the mare did. I haven't had such a strong, true dream in such a long time...