I had a dream last night that the black horse had wings like a bird! Not like an angel but huge wings that carried his 9 foot body effortlessly. They were black with blue in them like crows wings and when he flapped them to fly it made a thundering noise. He had no rider and smoke came from his nostrils because he was flying so fast as though his mission was more than what his body could handle. His urgency caused him to fly hard and fast often taking time to glide in order to rest.
I was standing in a field of tall grass and when I saw him in the sky, his passage in front of the sun caused a great shadow on the ground. The grass moved in waves from the turbulence his wing created. I looked up and could see the fury in his green eye, like panic. I ran as fast as I could to jump and fly with him but could not get off the ground. Falling, I grabbed hold of the grass to hold on as I had run to the edge of the world and was about to fall…in that moment I woke up.
My heart was pounding and I felt sadness, not fear. My sadness came from my inability to fly and catch up with him. It was as though his eyes pleaded with me to help him with his mission but I was unable to get my feet off the ground. He looked back and saw me fall but had to continue without me and I understood. It was though he knew that I had given all I had but it was not enough. I wonder what that dream meant? Too much television?