September 9th, 2009: Horseman

For someone who all too often ends up getting shot or finding dead children, this was a nice (if albeit weird) change.

I was on the coast, where a farm lay at the seaside. I can't clearly remember the buildings, then again it was dark, at night.
But there were fields and fences where horses of all breeds and colours and sizes grazed.

And this next bit was like something out of Equus (sans images of Dan Ratcliffe wearing nothing but his skin).
There was a glimmering white horse, huge, which was somehow a man to me. I mean, yes, it was a horse, only I knew it wasn't, and though I can't remember words, he talked.
It was a strangely sensual thing, I gotta say, I just remember running my hands over this horse's neck, and the colour was really something extraordinary, white as pearl, but somehow glittering.

And I can't recall why, but we had to run away (remind me not to use the word "elope", haha). And I don't know wether this was an island, but we had to swim to the other side in any case.
Horses are good swimmers, I know this, so I was worse off I think, but I remember (though I didn't ride the horseman (no pun intended, haha, this is getting ridiculous)) holding on to the mane.