the waking dream was set at a campsite, the dark horse was whinneying(?) scared, pulling at the tether. I went to calm it, then realized there was something else - a cougar. I pulled myself up onto the horse to escape, then changed my mind and stepped down to release the horse and fight the cougar on my own.
Waking, my nagging cough took all of my attention - at first - and my mind (the horse) refusing to be still. What happens if I let the cougar kill the horse? What is the cougar? These are the thoughts coming to me. The cougar is my heart, my body, perhaps my instinct for survival - but not fear, for the cougar is going for the kill. The mind must be destroyed - at least for the day. How terrible! How funny! How wonderfully zen! A day of rest, released from the constant companion, the mind. Free to simply be in my body, to not think. My cough is fading, I haven't been aware of it while writing. thank you dream.
out of mind, out of editor
