Fantasia is Portuguese for costumes. When we put on a costume we enter a fantasy world. Before Halloween, I would bring out the sewing machine and make costumes for my children. One year they were unicorns, a shark and a penguin, Spider-Man, a green dragon (that won a best costume prize), a wizard and an alien. The dog wore a tutu.
Now my children are grownups. I find myself wanting to wear a costume, wanting to enter a fantasy. As soon as I finish writing, I will bring out the sewing machine and go make my fantasia.
In a dream, there are horses and women are riding them. The horses are huge like none I have ever seen before. (They are like the elephant is to the mahout.). They are coming forward. The riders look so small and the horses are so large. They are not running. They are not trotting. They are stepping, coming boldly with strength and power. I can still see them in my dream. My analytical mind takes me out of the dream and I think of what I was taught by culture, by history. The woman must be on her high horse. Knock the woman off of her high horse. Woman, do not listen to that. That is not the voice of God. The women are coming on their horses.
NaPoWriMo to write about a dream. This dream was so visual I can still see it.