The Firehorse
Jeg så en ildhest i en drøm — en rød, vakker hest med glødende man og hale, pelsen skinte som kobber, som kom galopperende og brant bort marerittet.
I saw a firehorse in a dream, a few months ago. I remember vividly that I was about to have a nightmare, then a red beautiful horse, with glowing mane and tail, her coat shone like copper, came galloping through my dream, burning away the nightmare. She came into the picture with an excited male voice over, like in a blockbuster: her name Cinnamon was and her phantom name was The Red Flame…
I was working on an article about how horses could be beneficial in therapy, as the therapists themselves, and had just learned how horses could help people who had traumas of different kinds. I truly felt some kind of help in spirit. I was thankful my nightmare didn’t start. She came back a few days later, also chasing away a nightmare. So, I think some day I will have to write her story, perhaps a children’s book?