Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Another Completely Wack Horse Dream!
This one has me puzzling.
In my dream, which occurred just before I woke up to the alarm, John my horse had been stolen.
He had been taken from the pasture by a horse pornographer! who wanted to make a porn movie with John in it. I was easily able to find the sleazy hotel where this was supposed to take place. It looked like a real dive and it had worn greasy carpeting on the stairs.
John had been taken upstairs to a room on the second floor. Yes, he had walked up a flight of narrow carpeted stairs.
Just like this one! Even to the turn in the stairs. Already in the dream I was worrying about how to get him down these stairs. Up is always easier than down.
Raging up the stairs I go and I find a bathrobed guy who looks a bit like Hugh Hefner:
And I ask him, "Have you seen a horse come by here?" (I am being cagey you see.)
And he says, "Why yes, I have a horse; I am making a porn movie about him."
"Oh no you are not!!", I reply. I am inspired to be bullying and brave by the fact that this guy seems like a complete nervous wimp.
"I am taking my horse Out Of Here!", I say. "Johnny! Let's go!"
And here comes the miracle. John, who is conveniently wearing a rope halter and long lead, walks over to me across the fleabag hotel floor, and down the stairs we go. I am looking ahead and not down in good NH fashion, so I can't report how he negotiated each stair step.
But I rescued my horse from a porn movie. That is about the strangest dream I ever hope to have. Sigmund Freud, please analyze. Because I give up.