"HORSING" AROUND

FRIDAY, JANUARY 08, 2010 The other night I dreamed I was a horse. This was the fifth dream I have had about horses but the first one, if I remember correctly where I was a horse. In three of my dreams I was on horse back. In one of them, involving my son Chris, I dismounted and went on to completing my mission. Another one was in a pre-earth life and I never dismounted. In the dream of the other night there were a dozen or perhaps twenty horses. We were running over hill and through dale, over small streams and around groves of trees etc. there were various shades of green in the vegetation. After a while it turned into good horse against bad horse. The bad horses were chasing the good horses. I was one of the good horses. I don’t know if I was the bad horses’ prime target or if I was just preoccupied with my own safety. Finally it came down to one bad horse hot on my tail. I think perhaps we had outdistanced the rest. He finally caught up with me and we started fighting. I wasn’t afraid. It was just the bother of it all. At this point we horses took on some human features including being able to see human attributes in our faces. We were also thin like a thin person. Finally I grabbed his left front leg and bent it in the direction it would normally bend but went way past the straight up and down. At this point it looked like a hairpin bent this way. In fact it became a hairpin. My enemy squealed and writhed in pain and shook violently but wouldn’t give up; still vowing to get me and do me in. Finally he couldn’t take it any more and cried “uncle.” I turned him loose and went on my way, again romping over hill and dale, across small streams and around groves of trees. The next thing I knew, he was on my tail again and again to the same conclusion, the same fight ending in my bending the same leg the same way and his screaming in pain; except this time before he could yell “uncle”, I woke up.