I find that daydreams are oftentimes similar in this respect to real dreams the kind we experience in an unconscious state. Our mind puts together scenic imagery and simulated interactions in a seemingly designless irregular and often circuitous manner. We may think the substance of the dream is simply an agglomeration of thoughts ideas and experiences but in truth it may be pulling inspiration from somewhere deep down within. It may be the result of some unfulfilled desire or possibly the expression of some dark hidden fear like spiders or clowns.

The word nightmare is not a reference to a mare female horse seen at night but to a terrifying dream one in which the dreamer experiences helplessness anxiety fear and possibly sorrow. The symbolism is that of a horse trotting through your dream in some uncontrollable fashion wreaking all kinds of havoc.

I think we all at one time or another have been to this impossible place the enchanted land that exists between our dreams and reality. Most of us are only held there for a moment long enough to know it feels weird we then choose one or the other. I was stuck there unable to move from one to the next. I was swaddled in Xanadu itself wrapped up in the mysteries of the mind both the conscious and subconscious simultaneously. It was amazing.