The horse race

Dream #1: The horse race

Dream: On a dirt road, I saw horses galloping. They were beautiful and very powerful. I was with my father. It was a horse race, in which they were running in groups of 2 next to each other. I wondered if they had enough room to pass each other. We would see 3 of them going into a clearing instead to join a forest road. I wondered if they were going to go to the same place.

As they passed, their footsteps created furrows in the dirt road, and with each pass the furrows got deeper and deeper. From 2 to 3 feet, then even up to a meter, but this did not slow the horses down. They continued at the same pace, even though the furrows became almost as deep as their height under the earth.

I could see that some of them had ended up in a pool of water beside the path. They were sinking and getting caught in the water. My father and Serge, along with other men, went into the water to free them and save them.

I wondered if I was strong enough to go into the water to clear them. I signaled from afar to stop the race, not to send more horses. But I saw that other men with shaved heads seemed to have already done so further away. I then went into the water and discovered that it was a yellow car sinking 10-20 meters deep and sinking a horse at the same time. Without really knowing how, I managed to unhook what now appeared to be a person and we surfaced.

There was the notion that Maria (my spouse) and I were in a mall parking lot. I was sitting on the sidewalk with my back to the mall, facing a cab, and I was crying. I was relieved, but at the same time, I was holding back because I didn't know if it was okay to cry. I told myself that yes, it was normal after what I had been through. I had a terrible sense of emptiness about the mall, because I was no longer interested in what it represented. Aline was a little distant.