Winged horses

The winged horse is the symbol of the thoughts that transcend all limits 
of space and time.

Through contemplation of the forms existing in 
human society it becomes possible to shape the world.




I am in a stately home.

Just outside I meet a guard of the house. He is angry with me because
I have lost his glove.

I don't remember loosing it, so I Ignore him and wander on back to my
car. He won't let me go, and chases me, demanding that I find his
glove for him.

I decide to try and help him look for it, but it really is no-where to be seen.

I wander off into a field and there are a number of people putting up
tents and preparing a festival. I hang out with some sheffield
friends, and think that this guy can't find me, but he does and keeps
demanding that I find his glove. He grabs me and gets quite aggressive
toward me. I can't get away from him, I find my frankinsense essential
oil and spill it in his eyes. It takes a few seconds to kick in, but
when it does it burns and he let's go. I feel sorry for him, but I
really can't help him right now.