Then it hits me, Pegasus TOTY! I think and say, "Pegasus! I need Pegasus!" I look up as I say this and notice I'm standing at the edge of the road in front of the store and there's a suburb around me. The immediate area is a group of public buildings and beyond these are nice houses with big trees in their yards which tower over all the buildings. The tallest buildings are maybe four stories high. There are many DCs walking the sidewalks and several cars moving along the road and waiting at a stoplight on the corner. I walk forward out into the street, then begin to float. I say, "Winged horse, that's what I need."
I look up and there's a Pegasus standing on top of a building, and he already has a rider! This Pegasus has a paint coat pattern and on his back sits a benevolent Indian chief. He wears no shirt, just those light-looking skin pants, moccasins, lots of fur and bead jewelry, and a big headdress. As I first gaze upon them, the Pegasus slightly rears its front legs and flares its wings. I float up towards these two and end up above them by about 10 feet. The Indian man waves to me and I say something about getting on the Pegasus. Suddenly there's a long saddle on its back and the Indian man is scooting forward so I can sit behind him. There's a small boy sitting there now, too. He's scooting to the back of the saddle. I sit between them and we start off. I almost lose myself immediately.
We're flying through some sort of abstract world filled with quartz crystals in various forms. They're hanging every which way in the space, some of them on leather straps, some of them gathered in floating bowls, some of them scattered on the pages of a half-seen book. Ribbons and curtains seem to dangle from above. We push slowly through these things and I tell myself not to lose it. I struggle to recall where we're supposed to be going, then I remember, "Mount Olympus!" I only think it that once though, because things get even shakier and I don't have the presence of mind to stabilize the scene. It starts to feel like we're passing through different worlds like rooms, but instead of going through a door, we phase through a sort of force field-like thing. It feels really intense when we do, and I start to say comforting things to the Indian child, like, "We're all going to be okay, don't worry, everything's fine."
The images get kind of scary for a bit and I feel weirdly psychotic. I actually coax out some of these images, willing them to show themselves to me at their worst. At one point there is a grey, screaming face in front of me and I'm shooting its terrifying vibe right back at it by immitating the way it looks. Neither of us are actually screaming, but there's a scary sound going on. I think I woke from this state.
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