seven
They’re back. I shoot up. Sweat pours down my back. My heart rattles like a wild animal in its cage. Panic has seized me. The dreams from my childhood, the haunting nightmares, they’ve returned with a frightening vengeance—more vivid than ever before.
Dreams of wild horses flying in full gallop, trampling through narrow gorges and coiling creeks, rolling valleys and staggering heights. Fierce treading hooves conquering the bedazzled snowcapped mountain ranges, and dancing dakinis drifting on billowing clouds. Hands, laughing and shrieking, twirling rainbow hued scarves all around, and urging me up, up, soaring free and fearless over the three realms to the mighty peak, the eternal mount of Meeru.
It’s an endless repeat of the same vision in bright golden and green, and red and blu
