Well this will be horrible because it's not exact. But it will show where the bicycles were and proportion of how large the image was on the wall, and my location in the dream. Not that it matters, but I think it's interesting bc I'd like to know if there is such a painting, tapestry, or whatever. It was reared but peaceful, not in an angry or frightening way but more as very powerful and mystical. There was no bd association with it. It was like, I was walking along and this was revealed and I saw it and then two bikes came by from the left and crossed paths and then I turned around and went back out. The horses head seemed larger for some reason but I'm also thinking it was a full body of a unicorn.
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Statue_de_la_licorne_de_Saint-L%C3%B4.jpg...this is sort of the posture I think that was in the shot but it was face forward and there were subtle shadings and it was a painting or tapestry. I think painting, and then had that word above it in script. It wasn't this shot, because it wasn't a statue or sculpture and it was against a very large wall and was a painting and faced forward. I guess most unicorn shots have them reared up a little, but I haven't found many where the face is head-on. This is sort of strange though, this photo. Coincidental in, well, maybe major ways. The mood is the very same, but it was the wall of a building. Probably very similiar in some ways.
Super embarrassing sketch and not exact but I think it was higher on the wall. It could have even been from a t-shirt silkscreen, the way the lettering was on top, but it was more delicate, the actual unicorn.
I'll draw what the river looked like too. In the dream, I rode downhill and then to the left and there were two paths one above the other, one higher up and one close to the bank.
The man who stood up from his bench to defend me had an English accent. He told me not to worry and said I'd done nothing wrong and something about "muck off" to someone. Muck off not fuck off. This was all a dream though. I continued on and didn't see what happened next but he turned to face people. He was shorter of stature and slight. Also, it might have been representative for some other color or contradiction because in the alley a man in blue was smiling from a balcony or window veranda, as I passed by.
The people were wearing blue who harassed me but the man who defended me wasn't wearing a traditional color of any kind. It was just a dream, and it doesn't represent the truth of reality anymore than flying pizza dreams do. It seemed poignant and I had the feeling of blessing from the unicorn symbol. William was riding his bike in front of Harry's.
It had nothing to do with green or black or white or red or blue. It had to do with meanings and images that are distorted by dreams. There was no harm to my son.
My son
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