Dreams15:01 Oct 22 2008
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I was walking, alone, over short, stubbly grass, and I was wondering how I was going to get where I was supposed to be on foot. I knew I had a long way to go. I topped a low hill and stood looking at a lake. I knew I needed to be on the other side, the north side of the lake. I wasn’t as much tired from walking as I was suddenly disheartened by the knowledge that skirting this lake would add several miles to my trip. About halfway between me and the lake I spied a woman with a horse. She was under a tree, brushing the horse. I approached and she stopped, shielded her eyes from the sun and watched me. I said Hi. She said she had been waiting for me. She would give me a ride to the other side of the lake. I was relieved and introduced myself. She said she knew, she was waiting for me, remember? I asked her name and she said it meant nice, or pretty, or beautiful, or princess, depending on the language or dialect. She asked if I was hungry. I dug a small apple out of my pocket. She cut it up with a knife and we shared it with some white, hard cheese and flat bread she had. We talked a little bit. We had very little background in common, but shared a lot of interests and goals. She picked up her ground cloth, rolled it up and stuck it in a bag and announced that we should go. I was disappointed that our pleasant moment together would come to an end, but I agreed, knowing I was supposed to be somewhere. I cupped my hands and she vaulted onto the back of her horse. She extended me an arm and pulled me up behind her. I told her I wasn’t exactly comfortable on horseback, particularly without a saddle. She told me to hang on and it would be OK. She swung the horse south, putting the lake, and my destination, behind us. I told her I needed to be on the north side. She said she knew that, but could I think of a more interesting way to get there than by heading south? I smiled and held on. It was going to be a very long and interesting ride.
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