“There was an apple in the dream...
and a horse.”
“What do you make of that?”
“The apple, I think, represents life.
Seeds form a core, from which all else grows. Such a small and humble
beginning that expands into something greater than could be
imagined.”
“And the horse?”
“Motion, going somewhere.”
“Where?”
“It could be escape. Or a necessary
journey, perhaps even a transition of sorts.”
“Could it be both?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Why the juxtaposition of apple and
horse?”
“I've been wondering that myself. If
the apple is life and the horse is escape, then it's an attempt to
escape life.”
“And how does one do that?”
“Death, I suppose, though that seems
a bit drastic.”
“Does it have to be physical death,
or could it be metaphorical... symbolic in some sense?”
“I see your point. Maybe the death of
a part of me, a role. The horse guides me away from what I was to
what I will become.”
“You were a seed, now you will be a
fruit?”
“Yes, something like that. I'm not
sure I'd call myself a fruit, but that's the idea.”
“Are there other possible
interpretations?”
“I imagine there probably are.”
“And what might those be?”
“The apple and horse could represent
nothing more than themselves.”
“Do you believe that?”
“I'm not sure.”
“What would you learn if that
interpretation were true?”
“That sometimes people dream about
apples and horses.”
“People?”
“Me.”
“Why did you extrapolate from your
own personal experience to all people?”
“I hadn't noticed until you mentioned
it.”
“We all do it.”
“Do we? Or is it just you?”
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