AFRAID. ~

Last night I had the most beautiful dream - it in all rights should have been a nightmare, but it was too moving or is eccentric the right word?

The field's grass moves gently in the breeze, the sky is turning the slightest colour of mauve. The fear is unmovable, it cannot be erased. The house it stands there alone in this wilderness - it is the centre of all attention. For the wrong reasons.

The next part is a blur. So I'll skip a bit. I know the story, I know I was with someone which I think was male.
But basically I was in a field in the middle of nowhere on the edge of a dark forest and anything that entered this man's garden was killed and he ate it for tea. It sounds humourous but really it was poignant. I remember running away - I never actually saw his face. But I remember the midnight black horse's face... The fear in it's eyes made me turn around. Then I woke up..

I could turn this into a story y'know!