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Imagine yourself lying back in an open meadow. The sun is blazing down upon you, its golden rays covering you like a glittering blanket. Lillies of all colours rise above and around you, they insconse your body in punjent smells, drifting you off into a dreamless sleep. When you awake, you lift yourself from this vast flower bed, you feel happy and lightheaded, but ready for the day that awaits you. You walk lightly through the flowers, your beautiful white dress trailing around you, it billows slightly in the gentle breeze. Your hair, a spiralling mass of blonde curls, trails down your back tickling the top of your thighs, spreading like glue across your shoulders and trickling down your ample bust. You carry on walking bare footed through the bed until you feel the terrain beneath you soften. An emerald carpet or lush grass awaits you, your feet greet it with pleasure, caressing the grass as though it were a lover. Suddenly you see a horse standing a little way a head of you. It stands tall and elegant, its whispy silvery mane tumbling down its gentle neck, and its dappled grey coat shining like polished metal in the brightening sun. You slowly mount the horse, your legs curving round the body of the creature, it whinnies happily and tosses its head. You urge the horse into a trot, then a canter and gradually spur it into a gallop. Your hair and clothes trail out behind you, your neck and back is arched as is your steed, you travel through this never ending meadow, on either side is a thick woodland, but your daren't stop now...not now, you finally feel free.
Suddenly you stop your mare. You are standing on the top of a magnificent hill, and stretched out below is a city. A great walled city, with row upon row of houses and cottages, shacks and bungalows, a wonderful market place bustling with stools and townsfolk buying and selling, trading and haggling. But nothing can compare to the amazing castle that sits in the very center of the walled city. Its towering stone turrets and , marvellous colourful murals beat anything you have seen. But then...
You awake in the present...
And the dream is gone.
chubby-hippie · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 09:49pm · 2 Comments |
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