It was like being sucked under by a whirlpool, one out in the middle of the ocean that was gigantic and awe-inspiring.

The feeling of vertigo made her bolt open her eyes. She was almost sick to her stomach from the queasy feeling from her internal swoon.

When she opened her eyes she saw that Lightning had ambled down to the stream and was sucking the refreshing waters.

That was funny because all the while she was sure she had been fondling his fluffy mane in her little hand.

She had felt the horse's nose nuzzle itself against the warm flesh of her curveous thigh. She couldn't have imagined that.

She closed her eyes again and this time fell off into a restful doze that gave her back her strength.

When she rose to consciousness her brain once again began its normal workings and the confusing maze of images were back.

Even with her eyes opened they never stopped bubbling up. Her mind's eye kept itself focused on the internal state.

She was looking right at the running stream. But she couldn't see it. She was lost in the reverie of her daydream.

She could feel the sculptured form of the light bouncing off the ripping spray of water, but the stream itself was not registering.

The sparkle of the bobbing jets of the running current merely provided a dazzling background to the row of images pulsing through her brain.

She groaned in fear. She had lost control of her mind! If she continued like this she would lose all sense of reality.

She was receding backward inside herself. A part of her told her that it was wrong but another part of her told her that it couldn't be helped. For better or worse she had to endure it. If one day she came back to the world of hard reality, it would be only after she endured this fearful head-trip.

The images in her brain were pictures of her mother and father and of the ranch foreman Mullady Mistler.