Telepathy

I’m working as a janitor at some kind of college campus – the building is huge, several storeys tall, and it must be at least a couple of hundred yards wide. I spend a lot of time running up and down stairs (as I seem to do quite a lot in dreams), and I’m being called for by girls having trouble with this and that. There’s something creepy going on in the building, and I seem to think that it’s got something to do with all the girls – they behave very mysteriously, as if they’ve got something planned, or know something I don’t.

I meet my girlfriend on one floor. She explains something to me about a horse that has managed to escape from his box in the horse barn. We suddenly hear the threatening, aggressive sound of a horse galloping. As we gaze out the window we can see a huge black horse below us, circling the building.

Now the horse start speaking to me, inside my head.

I can hear his troubled mind, his urge to run, and his fear. My girlfriend stares at me, intently. She knows something too. I walk outside to meet the horse. I stop just outside the front door, and wait. I can hear the horse on the other side of the building, panting, his hooves trampling the ground heavily. It seems like forever while I wait for him to appear around the corner – which he never does. I suddenly find myself upon his back, riding at such an unbelievable speed across a field that I lose my breath. The air screams past my face and I feel almost like flying, were it not for the intense motion of the horse’s body. We ride for a long time, covering distances too great to describe. Although the speed scares the bejeezes out of me, I feel both free and full of purpose, and I love being up on a horseback again. It must be the biggest horse I’ve ever seen, and his fur is incomprehensibly black, like he’s been dyed with the deepest black ink. The horse now tells me (by his telepathic magic) that I’m the only one he can trust, and that no-one else will ever ride him again. I smile proudly as we pass my girlfriend, and she smiles back at me.

I’m on the ground, wondering where the horse went. I miss him, and I miss riding horseback – but all of a sudden it’s as if all of it never happened. I ask my girlfriend, not if she knows where the black horse went, but if she wants to try riding a bit herself. Abruptly, she snaps back at me: «No! That’s your thing.»

I wake up.