my dreams become more and more vivid

the horse was black. a silken black with a shine on it like oil. i could feel his body betweeen my legs as i tried to hold on, gripping for all i was worth. no saddle or stirrups to hold on to, merely my body perched upon his. when i first climbed up onto his back, i felt like it would be awkward and he would easily throw me at the first step, but settling down, i realized how much my balance was influenced by his want of me upon him. if he wanted me off, i would suddenly not be able to hang on, but for the moment, he was willing for me to ride him. we sped through the dry and dead trees of the mountain, racing headlong towards the blazing flames that were quickly engulfing the forest.