Portal from bushes inside a dream
I had a dream recently. I was on the sidewalk in front of the sideyard of 128 Cambridge (13210) with some people who were traveling to some destination with me. From out of the bushes, seemingly from no-where, came alien looking riders on large steeds. They appeard to be warriors by their dress and arms. They came out of those bushes, across the lawn,onto the driveway and then the sidewalk where we were standing. They just ignored us as if we were invisible. We could have been in another cognitive dimension for the way that they acted, though I remember one looking me straight in the eyes before reigning his horse down the sidewalk. That spetacle from what was a rabbit-hole to another world is unlike the spectacles in which we engage. We have our trappings-sensuous, sensual, or just visceral to enthrall us to attractions. Our trappings are just nuanced and subtle derivations for the sake of social propriety of what we crassly seek in circuses, horror houses,and wax museums. Just