posted on Feb, 14 2018 @ 09:14 AM
So last night I had a dream.
There was a woman of indeterminate age, with long dark hair and she was leading me up a winding, mountain path. It was cold. It was dark. The path
was narrow and rocky and dropped off on our right to a depth I could not see. It was moderately dangerous in reality, if I paid attention I would be
alright. My horse was following me though. I was worried about him and distracted, making sure he didn't fall. He is smart, he knows where his
feet are, but he was scared and I needed to keep him calm. He wasn't wearing a halter or any tack so I couldn't direct him. I could only keep him
calm and hope for the best.
I was falling behind the woman and I was scared to death. Scared for my horse, scared for me, scared I would be lost. I wanted to just stop and put
my back to the cliff face and hold my horse so that we could both calm down and gather ourselves but I couldn't. The woman kept walking. We had to
Finally, our path veers to the left away from the cliff edge and we top off and the path levels, winding through stone to a narrow passage with light
coming through. Cass (my horse) and I squeeze through (he is a big boy) and come into an alpine valley. The woman was there. She looked back at us
and smiled and I moved past her gawping.
It was a large valley, with a variety of trees and plants all crammed together. Various open meadows with all sorts of things grazing. It was rimmed
all around by tall, rocky mountains. Very alpine, and probably early summer. A small river ran through it, and a path ran right up to it and I could
see it pick up again on the other side. I walked up to the river, (Cass had found good grass and was comforting himself with food after that crazy
walk up here), and on this side I was a bit above the river and I looked down at clear, cold water with a firm stony bottom. It was a deep river,
save where the path met it; this was clearly a crossing point where it was shallower, but it would still be up to Cass's belly. The river was
between 30 and 40 feet wide. There were large fish swimming in it and I could see them clearly.
As I came up to the river there was a flowering bush. I'm not a plant person but it clearly smelled like a lilac bush, but a weird one. Instead of
the orderly cones of dense flowers this was wilder and sparser, going every which way, the petals were longer, and they were a very pale purple.
There were bees all around and a little red ant in one of the blooms fussing about in that purposefully, meandering way that ants do what they do.
As I look across the river I see a stand of deciduous trees of some sort, rather birch like but not quite what I knew. There was a purple plant all
through them along the ground, about two feet all. Some sort of heather maybe (again not a plant I am familiar with). There were so many plants and
animals, just an incredibly rich ecosystem, but clearly a place with seasons.
My eye followed the path on the other side of the river and there was a stone cottage with a garden tucked up to a hill. I knew that we needed to get
there. I could see sheep, cows and some sort of deer grazing together in the meadow in front of it. I turned to fetch Cass, I was going to ride him
across because I didn't want to get wet up to my chest, which is what would happen if I tried to cross on my own. Then I noticed the wolves.
The were on the other side of the river, peering into the water. When one of them jumped in I realized that they were after the fish. I watched them
jump in exuberantly, usually missing and spring back out with their tongues lolling out and an "Aw shucks" look at their companions. One of them
noticed me and just gave me an "Oh Hi!" look and they went back to fishing. I realized they weren't a threat to us. They never crossed to the
side of the river I was on and as soon as I noticed that, I knew that was their boundary. They wouldn't cross the river.
I turned for Cass again, and I realized the woman was gone and I woke up.
Maybe someday I will get there to my alpine valley where I can be a rather crankier version of Julie Andrews with my cottage and my garden and my
horse and those fishing-wolves to keep the neighbor kids from bothering the sheep.
Weirdest heaven ever, but I'll take it.