Shortly after posting that I never ride in my dreams [Horse Dreams], I not only rode but jumped without stirrups. Odd because that is a skill I don’t have the real world. I was taking a nap after volunteering at the zoo [Serve]. Over-tired and dehydrated, I slept badly but fell asleep long enough to….
Be assigned a large, friendly chestnut. The saddle was shaped like a jumping saddle but padded like a dressage saddle. Also odd, because I prefer flat-style saddles for both. I object to being told what to do by a knee-roll. I asked if I ought to shorten my stirrups and the instructor decided to take them away. Possibly from seeing this picture a few days ago. Since I wasn’t wearing any shoes, I was able to wrap my legs around his middle. Definitely from reading this post before I fell asleep.
Once the tack was adjusted, the horse ambled off before I asked. Ordinarily I wouldn’t like that but he was so amenable I didn’t mind. He wandered over to a little white vertical in the corner. It was advertised as 3′ but wasn’t. Over we flowed. It was wonderful. How riding is supposed to be but rarely is, especially without stirrups.
When I went to get on for the second session, the horse had turned into a firetruck. Before I could climb aboard, the truck rolled off without me. This one’s easy. Our new, first-out engine starts moving as soon as you push the button (yes) for drive, even before you tap the gas. I hate that. I grabbed the back rung of a ladder much the way one might grab a horse’s tail. The truck kept going while the ladder telescoped open. The mind is a vast and weird place.
That night, I returned to sleeping well and having anxiety dreams. I wonder if a sleep quality/dream quality inverse relationship exists? Since I usually sleep like the dead, that would mean many more anxiety dreams in my future. Still, it was nice to have one shiny moment.
Your strangest horse dream?
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