Books by Glenda Young

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Night mares

Putting a new spin on a night-mare, I've had another vivid dream about a horse. Now then, in real life, I'm a bit scared of horses if truth be told. I wouldn't choose to ride one and if I saw one coming down the street, I'd run back indoors and wait for it to pass. Well, you never know when a horse might do that.

But I digress.

Last time I had a dream about a horse, this happened. And in my dream this week, the most vivid for months and I can recall every detail, I was riding the horse through country lanes where I came upon Bernard Cribbins and a packet of custard creams.

Yes, but what does it all mean?

1 comment:

Steve said...

Was Bernard digging a hole or have a friend named Fred?

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