There is a dream without a dreamer- look
there it goes, over the hill,
where the sky meets the sand.
-A silhoette-
like a riderless horse
galloping home.
Alone, on the harsh
wind-swept plains of “reality”
the rider awakens,
blinking, in surfacing consciousness
the sun is risen,
day begun.
H.D. Kingwill
Helena Kingwill - Earthnotes for hope 
That image evokes such powerful feelings about dreams and waking life.
Thank You Ellena. It’s a real photo taken on our Karoo farm. She is not a night mare. She is a dream, foraging far away. Simply grazing on what she can find in the arid but nutritious veldt. While we humans remain lost in cyberspace. Well done for finding an almost forgotten poem about dreams slipping away at dawn.