Strange Snippet

  I was just a little girl, four or five. I was on a neighborhood street, on a sidewalk. The street ended in a 'T' intersection, and from the left came a horse, huge and muscular, golden and brown, galloping towards us. It leaped into the air and rose up in a sharp angle—thirty, forty, fifty, eighty, feet high. It was hovering over us, and then suddenly began its dreadful descent, back towards the street at a sickening speed. We crouched behind a car, peeking around the rear bumper. The horse slammed onto the ground—the impact rolling the earth in stuttering waves—and exploded, wetly, on the pavement, bits of flesh and gore shooting out around us. 

  This came after beginning Ignite the Genius Within, a book that, as evident from the title, is supposed to help one regain their creative spark. The book is full of pictures and prompts to focus your attention on feelings, memories, perceptions. After having this dream, I began to think that the horse from the dream came from the book, as I am not prone to dreaming or thinking about horses unless I have been exposed to one. Sure enough, when I revisited the pages I had read the day before, there was a picture of a horse, running down the beach— mane whipping and waves breaking— as if coming from the left side of the scene. On the opposite page was a picture of Earth, taken from space. 

  Going through the book the first time, I had thought about how many horses there must be in the world, on that planet pictured. The prompt suggests you "find yourself" in that picture, and think about vastness, perspective. It does seem strange, uncanny, unreal, to look at the Earth image and think that somehow, I am there in that image.