That’s as good a title for this dream as any, I suppose, although all I was doing was trying to get to someplace just past the horizon. Why I needed to be there, I don’t know, but I was determined.
I seldom remember my dreams when I wake, and when I do it’s usually just an emotional memory, lacking details. I do recall that recently they have been either scary or upsetting, but what they consisted of I have no idea. This morning’s was different.
I don’t know if this dream was influenced by the book I recently read, Legacy, A Father’s Tale, or by my enjoyment of the television series Arrow, but I was apparently an archer. I was carrying a bow, a bit more modern than the one in the image above, and I was dressed in a manner that combined elements of modern clothing and this archer’s garb. I don’t remember having a quiver of bows on my back, however.
The journey takes place today, or very nearly so, and I’m trying to get from wherever I am, presumably Visalia, first to a point on the other side of Ivanhoe. But things are different.
Another one. This could become a trend this week.
October 15, 2013
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