I beheld in my mind's eye; a night dream of a Black Horse and leadership black boots, backward in the stirrups. It was riderless, and chasing me, I thought but running in a white dress, I fell at the base of a footbridge, and it passed me by. It vanished at the pinnacle of the semicircular footbrige and I woke up.
I wondered, what it meant.
I painted a pictured badly of the dream's bridge. Later I moved to where the vision was able to be photgraghed, and by faith overcome. Thanks be to Yahweh.
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