Two nights ago I dreamt about the 5 of Cups from the Wild Unknown Tarot. In my dream I saw a white horse with its head lowered. We were alone in a large, slightly greyed space. I knew that it was sad, though its expression seemed benign. And I also knew that this was the horse from the 5 of Cups. I thought to myself, "I don't think the horse in that card had tears in its eyes." At that moment, my dream horse began to cry. I wrapped my arms around its neck and held it to my chest to comfort it.
having just blogged about it a couple of days ago, the symbolism was far from lost on me.
Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder
Where the wild horses trample the fern,
Let the deep vales re-echo and wonder,
When, like an eddy, they circle and turn!
Watch the lithe motion
Run free as an ocean,
Never has man laid a hand on a head:
Never a halter
Has bid a step falter,
Never a crest bent down to be led!