Dreams are funny little things. The can be overly erratic or unbelievably precise. The can be blurry half images or crystal clear. It all depends on the person. For me, dreams are normally messy and erratic, if I dream at all, but there are rare occurrences that the images playing in my head are so clear and seem so real that it seems like I can hear ever sound, fell every fiber, and smell every scent that permeates the air. These dreams come without warning, and when they do they almost always come true.
For days I have debated on whether to share my latest possible glimpse into the future, because, though it is an interesting dream, some may view it as provocative. But, isn't that my job as a writer? To share something that may possible spark a fire? That is why I feel the need to share this dream.
I do not know the names of the horses competing in the race, other than Zenyatta, nor do I recall the track where the race took place, but I do remember the complete astonishment I felt. The dream began at the top of the stretch, a place Mike Smith would've normally swung Zenyatta out wide to circle the field. However this time, the Hall of Famer, would keep towards the inside, weaving the big mare through the field.
Spotting an opening between two horses, Smith merely needed to shake the reigns. At his cue, Zenyatta began to roll towards the gap, looking like she would make easy work of her over matched opponents. But, right as she was about to shoot through, the gap vanished, forcing the champion to check hard.
Smith began to frantically look for another opening, for the distance between them and the wire was quickly diminishing. To his right another horse had ranged up alongside and was now half a length in front. Smith knew that in order to get out of the box he would need to take Zenyatta back before swinging her into the clear.
By now I can remember the announcer screaming in the background, as Smith sat back asking Zenyatta to drop off the bit, the began to swing her around the cluster of horses.
"Zenyatta is now in the clear and is moving like a freight train on the outside! Smith is asking the big mare for all she has as the field closes in on the wire. Only a few more yards left to run, and Zenyatta........."
The announcer's last words would've undoubtedly been, "And Zenyatta sweeps under the wire, with another magnificent win!" A cheer would've erupted for the stands, as Zenyatta would have proven herself, yet again, unconquerable. However, as the field crossed the wire, only the sound of the rapidly beating hooves could be heard. Everything else had been filled with an unearthly silence. The silence was of complete disbelief. Zenyatta had fallen less than one length short. Zenyatta had lost.......