You've had the same strange dream before. Many nights in a row.
Waving a red cape in the horns. And hot rushing breath of a 3,ooo pound
Bull. As the light of courage begins to stir deep inside. You were in this
Place before. But it was called another name. The dream spoke of where
You fell in the white sand. As blood dripped from puncture wounds
Which left hoff prints of stain. And hundreds of people craned their necks
Watching you avoid death in that same place of fear . And passed over the bridge to relief. So many times. The courage becomes smooth as
Polished stone.And from the same place you stand. Others have stood
With fire in their bellies. Slow  burning glow. That calls them forth
But this is real and no dream. As you fall down dying in white sand