The cube was gigantic, misty white, and semi-transparent. I was close to it. There was movement inside and a sphere of light beaming down from the top. It occupied 1/3 of the desert and it was floating.
The ladder was old and worn rough hewn brown wood. It was suspended in the air and floating. Difficult to create a situation where the ladder would come in contact with the cube....it would just randomly do so if the wind made it possible.
The horse was a war painted Native American horse. A wild horse without a saddle. Brown with big white spots. The horse was far in the distance from the cube.
The storm was small and in the distance beyond the horse.
The flowers were abundant and covered the top of the cube and framed an entrance. They were also dangling from the bottom of the floating cube and flowing. Red roses; dramatic and perfect.
