My bedroom window looks out over countryside; I dreamt that I was looking out of it and descried a brown coloured Horse, galloping over the fields. For the first second or so it felt unremarkable, until I perceieved that the ground on which the horse was treading was too far away for it to be a worldly beast. Trees and houses beneath it seemed like sticks and stiles, even though the horse was impossibly far away. Turning my face unbearably from the window, with a surge of sudden horror I realised that the Horse must be a terrible thing, awoken from dormancy for some dreadful reason. All else in the scene was calm, yet I felt a piercing in my ears, and daring to look again upon the Horse I was filled with a dread of death, wonderment and mortal fear; my eyes were like stones.

something had been confirmed. That deity existed. I ducked down onto the floor, hiding beneath the windowsill listening to the thuds, the terrible thuds, the terrible thuds. My eyes squeezed tight, and I woke up.