I'm actually remembering my dreams for once, so here goes with another strange one. I was on a quest again, except this time I know who I was with. I was with Gandalf, Eddie and Roland. Weird combination, right? Not really, when you consider that The Dark Tower is basically Lord of the Rings crossed with The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Anyway, we were on the moor from The Hound of The Baskervilles, or one like it, and we came across this house on the side of a hill. It was really strange because the house was round, and made out of a bunch of random sticks that were all jumbled together in a ring. Inside of it, there was a gigantic abandoned hornets nest. It didn't have a roof, and it was perched on the side a hill that was so steep it was almost vertical. We couldn't figure out what it was, until all of a sudden it dawned on me:It was a nest.
We all started running. Because, I mean, this was a big nest. Whatever lived in it had to be gigantic, and would probably return hungry. We crossed the moor and reached a forest. A glassy river wound its way through it, perfectly tranquil. In it, a herd of wild horses were wading. They just looked at us, they weren't afraid of us. I guess they had never seen people before. Eddie decided he was going to catch one of them and tame it so he could ride it. He did manage to catch one, a gorgeous bay, but he started man-handling it and scaring the crap out of it. So I took it from him and I was like, uh-uh, nope. You go ruin a different horse. This one is too gorgeous to waste. I walked for part of the trip after that, so I could work with the horse before I rode it. Then I woke up.
Even in my dreams, I'm not-so-secretly trying to start a natural horsemanship revolution./endrant
P.S. I've started a dream journal, finally.
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