A dream to remember: horses and a mysterious woman
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A few months ago, I was living my best life in Italy; I felt like I was in a Lizzie McGuire movie. It’s a whole book of stories that I can’t even begin to get into, but it seems necessary to give some insight into where this story took place. To clarify, this is not an actual event that took place, as you may infer. It was a dream, a dream induced at two o’clock very vivid and wild. It’s also how one of my best friends and I decided to write a book about our “wildest dreams” – to the background music of Taylor Swift.
As a quick note and thank you, this article was made possible by the 10 minute voice note my friend happily recorded when I told her I had something crazy to share. Thank you, Talia, for always knowing when things might come in handy at a later date.
The story takes place somewhere in Oregon, where I live; a beach is involved, but not in the geographically correct area. (It was very magical looking for a random beach that didn’t belong)
The dream begins when I call a random company to get laser hair removal. When making my appointment, I receive information regarding detailed directions to this building. At the time of the appointment, I drive for 15 minutes to try to understand where he is without result. I ask several people on my drive not to prevail. The center of this dream is in a parking lot down a random little hill, the left side housing a large grocery store with a completely gluten-free storefront and the right side buildings under a forest-like situation. As I descend the steep hill towards this small area, I see a parking lot that immediately turns into a beach and is not filled with cars but with drink carts. Every drink imaginable is sold, with at least 10-12 small stalls selling various drinks. When people in the parking lot, where the building supposedly is, basically tell me I’m going crazy and that place isn’t there. Deciding to give up my search, I head to the grocery store and look around me. Looking at the window where I can still see the parking lot, I come across a woman who is probably in her sixties and has gray hair with a “hippie, magical” vibe. She is dressed in flowing clothes and pearl necklaces with a very scholarly demeanor. I ask her about this laser hair removal place and she looks at me for a few moments before making an evasive “ahh” sound.
The dream is now at a turning point. I’m instructed to follow her, walking in silence as she leads me down the ramp once more and onto the beach right next to the parking lot. We turn left and see that the beach stretches much further, but the buildings above, including the grocery store, are built on this cliff and the beach is not visible until you are in this strange car park. I suddenly become aware of this old lady’s name—Sicily—as we begin our walk. It seems to go on for a lifetime with no purpose or final destination. I don’t really know why I thought it was a good idea to blindly follow a stranger somewhere where no one was and no one else had even heard of, but Dream didn’t seem like it to me. at all concerned about this semantics.
The dream gets to its main plot when Sicily and I are walking down a cement walkway carved into the side of this cliff that really isn’t made of concrete. Looking at this very out of place driveway, see a horse. I’m talking about an adult massive brown horse lying on the ground. You can imagine my surprise in this situation – where am I, who is this lady and why a horse? I’m also a lot less bored in this situation than if I wasn’t dreaming if half my day was over. I can’t get my hair shaved and a stranger leads me on a horse. The only information Sicily tells me when I look at her with a confused expression on my face is “it’s her”.
I want to add that this phrase “that’s her” is now a running joke and a running phrase we’ve been using in our friendship ever since this voice memo was recorded.
After finding the horse, or “She”, Sicily explains that someone arrives who initially had a different reason for finding this place every few years. For me, it was laser hair removal; for others it was a retail store or some other random business. Anyway, they all come and instead find Sicily and that area with a horse called only “Elle” and a beach/parking situation. A disappointing conclusion as the only thing I remember from the ending is sitting on the beach as the sun goes down.
So this story doesn’t really have a conclusive ending or any other purpose than to entertain and put this crazy dream in writing. Listening to the 10-minute voice memo was a fun trip down memory lane, or rather, a dream lane. Personally, I think it was just a crazy dream, but maybe there is a point after all.
Maybe the goal is to enjoy the journey or to find your own guide for a time in your life when you need direction. Maybe the fact is that sometimes we find what we didn’t know we needed and that puts us on the right track.