Last night, I dreamed I was a prince on a white horse, galloping through an enchanted forest protected by a witch's magic. I met the witch's fair daughter and we instantly fell in love. We rode out of the forest, with the witch hot on our heels. But as long as I had my horse, we were unharmed by the witch's magic. It was a long chase. Suddenly, my horse sprouted wings and took off, taking us high up into the sky. Just when we thought we had outsmarted the witch, a thunderbolt struck us, injuring my horse's wing. We fell to the earth, and she snatched my lady-love from me. I searched for her frantically and battled the witch to the death. When she saw that I was losing my foothold, my lady-love intervened for me and she was killed by the witch. She died for me. Then, along came my horse. She lay down beside my lady-love and she talked, telling me to cut open her chest and take her heart which I did. When she died, my lady-love came back to life. And right beside her was an enchantress
2007-03-29
08:01:25
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who turned out to be my lady-love's birth mother. Then, I took my bride to my kingdom, and there, we lived happily ever after.
2007-03-29
08:02:56 ·
update #1