1-11-06 Dream

I draw a stark parallel from this to my own life now. Maybe this wasn’t supposed to make sense then, but I watched three complete wrecks happen and tended to a little injured angel. The first wreck was my last relationship. The second was Julio. The Third was the crash on the way to Julio’s funeral. Where I held her head in my hands and whispered to her until help arrived. I suppose I loved her as much as anything in the world in those moments.

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I dreamt of car wrecks. 3 at once. It was the same house i always dream of. That monstrosity on the hill… red brick and angled. I walked through it to make sure. As I neared the end of the wing where the cats were born in my childhood; the coat room, I came across two people I had never met. The woman wore all sparkly clothes, head to foot, and was anything but attractive. She had an orange beard and her counterpart was a bland unassuming man. We spoke and I was able to read much about her in those first glances. I went outside and got in my Jetta to leave. The couple I had just met got into their car behind me and slammed into the back of my car, sliding me enough out of the way they could jet off again. They slammed into two more cars before zooming off the road and far out into a field. I went to check on each car in turn, almost as if I felt responsible for it. Many people injured , though not severely, and the two that caused it seemed unconscious. And in the middle of all that, as i was racing to find the last car, the instigator, the crazed caroming pair that had caused all this destruction, horses. The birth of horses, three beautiful ponies from one wonderful brown mare. They were beautiful. They were peaceful. The mare sat and licked me as i touched and soothed her. It was as if all the other problems fell second to my ministrations to this horse. I’m not sure why, but I loved that horse in that moment.