Pack Lipstick

I was telling someone about a dream.  I and some men and boys were clustered around on a dirt track in the woods.  At the point we were, there was a trail heading up the side of the mountain.  I think we were talking about heading up it, or getting ready to do so.

Along up the track comes a horseman with a horse that is really wild, just flat out running and bucking and swerving around.  Its eyes were wide and white.  We all back off to the sides to let the man and his out of control horse through.  Some back up against the slope on the one side of the dirt track and the rest of us back into the grassy verge on the other side.  But this is all happening very fast, you must not imagine that we have made a very big lane between us, most of us have just had time for a step or two.  I should also mention that on my side of the track–the side opposite the slope–there is a low lying ‘disc’ made of several grey limestones placed together.  They aren’t very tightly placed, there is plenty of grass growing up between the cracks.  It looks a bit like a low lying altar, but it isn’t anything of the kind.  The Forest Service put it there for something or other.

As the horse gallops by it grabs my shirt near my collar in its teeth and tries to drag me off.  I grab the stones, the horse is being pulled in a curve now, and then the dream ended.

“That sound’s significant,” she said (I disagree).  “Let me tell you another dream I think was significant,” she says  (I agree, and I think you will too once you hear it).

So an angel comes and says, ‘you need to pack to leave.  Right now.’  In the dream, she said, it was clear she should pack clothes for work and rough duty.  Jeans, sweats, sturdy jackets, like that.  So she does.  The angel looked over her stuff and added, “pack lipstick.”

The end.

That was about a week ago.  The dream has been on my mind ever since.  I don’t know what it means, I just know its meaningful.