i had a dream last night that i was riding a horse through a wet forest. leaves kept dripping water on my face and neck, and we were riding very fast away from something. i don’t know what was chasing us, or what we were escaping, but i didn’t feel scared. i was resigned, as though i knew that either we wouldn’t get away and i’d have to go back to whatever it was, or that i didn’t really want to be running away. perhaps it was something i knew i had to do.
the horse was grey, i think. and i remember that my stirrups were really ornate, and there were bells on the harness.
then we burst out of the forest and went to this little white house on a hill in the clearing, and i dismounted and led her to the back. there was a fire pit and the sky was grey, and the trees were so green and lovely. i remember walking on red clay tiles, and tying my horse to a ring on the side of the house. i was dressed in a diaphanous green dress and a smart rusty-brown coat that had lots of buttons going up the front. there was someone sitting at the fire pit, but before i could see their face, i woke up.
i feel like i’ve seen that place before, but i can’t even begin to guess where.