Do NOT steal my horse…

Okay, so I woke up from this dream last night and I was majorly upset. It was one of those realistic and LONG dreams that pretty much feels like it lasted the entire night and then some.

So, feel free you freudian psychoanalysts to analyze away. I welcome your ambiguous and thoughtfull comments.

So: My dream begins-

I was a little younger in my dream then I am now, and still living at home with my parents. It started with a magical raccoon or something showing up in the yard one evening and walking around. It glowed. When I went outside to find it, it was no lnger there. Bummer, I thought.

The next night, a small baby horse, or colt, showed up the yard. I seen it out of the window and I went out side to find it. This time, I did. It was so adorable and sweet and angelic. It licked me and instantly loved me. I reciprocated the feelings. In a moments time, it become MY horse.

I don’t remember having a definite name for it, but I remember wanting to feed it because I was scared it was starving. We ran to Walmart (of all places to buy food to make some kind of mixture for a horse!!) Here, this is the part in the dream where you can tell I have never owned nor taken care of a horse- I buy newspaper to shred, Honey Nut Cheerios, Milk, and something else to mix together for the baby horse to eat. Yes, newspaper! Ew.  Then I rush back to the house.

I remember in the dream my parents were a little upset at first but then gradually accepted the fact that it was MY horse to take care of. So, when I got home, it was kind of sleepy so it layed down to take a nap. I thought it died. So I poked it and slapped it around to make sure and it got a little mad at me and woke up, and I was so happy it was alive!!

Then I fed it and my parents made me put it back out in the yard. I didn’t want to, but I had to. Then it was night time and we slept. But in the morning… this is the totally sucky part- someone stole my damn horse!! I couldn’t believe it. Not only was I angry, but I was heartbroken. I honestly loved that horse with every emotion a dream can muster up.

So I cried and told my parents and then I began patrolling the neighborhood looking for my horse. It wasn’t tied up or anything and there was no fence int he yard so my mom kept saying maybe it just wandered off. But deep down inside, I just knew the horse loved me too much to wander off. It wouldn’t do that.

Then, lo and behold, I see my baby horse tied up behind a fence in the neighbors yard 4 houses down from me! I was ridiculously upset. They stole it!

I would like to say something spectacular like- revenge- happened in the dream, but it didn’t. And I didn’t burn their house down and steal the horse. But I tell you what- I woke up this morning very mad and appalled that someone would steal my horse. Dream or not- what kind of a world do we live in!! I was talking to myself in the car this morning just wondering, who the hell would have the nerve to go ahead and steal the horse that I loved and which loved me too… ugh. Stupid dreams.

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