Post by sparklekaz on Mar 14, 2008 8:19:51 GMT
I was riding a beautiful horse, with a white golden mane. I felt at one with this horse, and was very agile upon his back. I was riding through a big field and walking towards me was a man who was dressed quite unusually.
He was wearing a medieval like tunic with lots of leather straps. In his hand he held a really thick staff. It was the staff that drew my attention to him straight away. It was fashioned roughly out of dark wood with a big crystal in its tip. To the side of the staff tied on by leather thongs were two crystal balls. He had things hanging from the straps. Like the dangling bits you see on dream catchers. On his back he had strapped what looked like native american type papooses holding things. Toggles and feathers and bits of crystal.
He stopped and we began to talk, I admired his staff and got off my horse to take a closer look. But as I was going to dismount, something swooped down from above, and I had to duck whilst holding onto my horse's mane. The stranger commented on how well I was able to remain seated in spite of being spooked by whatever it was that swooped down on me, and that my horse was also good for not being scared either. My horse is my friend we go everywhere together and she protects me. I dismounted and we began to talk. I then woke up
He was wearing a medieval like tunic with lots of leather straps. In his hand he held a really thick staff. It was the staff that drew my attention to him straight away. It was fashioned roughly out of dark wood with a big crystal in its tip. To the side of the staff tied on by leather thongs were two crystal balls. He had things hanging from the straps. Like the dangling bits you see on dream catchers. On his back he had strapped what looked like native american type papooses holding things. Toggles and feathers and bits of crystal.
He stopped and we began to talk, I admired his staff and got off my horse to take a closer look. But as I was going to dismount, something swooped down from above, and I had to duck whilst holding onto my horse's mane. The stranger commented on how well I was able to remain seated in spite of being spooked by whatever it was that swooped down on me, and that my horse was also good for not being scared either. My horse is my friend we go everywhere together and she protects me. I dismounted and we began to talk. I then woke up
