There are these strange mornings when someone calls you and wakes you up, and it happens to be right at that moment of waking where all of your dreams come swimming back to the top as you are waking, and then it seems there was a deeper narrative going on before you awoke, and it was all leading to this phone call that startled you out of bed.
I wish I had a better grasp of how to describe it. But I can't. It's almost recursive.
From what I remember there was a hostage horse, and they were all on a large wooden arrow on a sort of tension lock. If you threw a spear at the construction in front of them it would snap back and release the arrow and they would all be flung into the sky. This was beneficial because it was a force too large to fight. There was also a towering glittering city sort of like New York but ornate like Rome and there were highways and hills and suspension bridges and we were sorta lost but it was alright.
There are these buildings in the hilly forests and we are always on the run from something and we can fight back but only so far. I have the feeling that this has happened before.
These mornings are strange because it seems your head has been busy with things that you didn't really know about. And we think we know ourselves but there's this huge wealth of machinery that's doing things according to an ancient principle. Maybe the first principle. And it seems the experience is a part of the ride and there's not much else we can do.
So it seems anyways.
