|27 March 2001 ... Dreams of Horses|
I was a caretaker at a horse ranch, I was out in one of the pens rounding up the horses for the night. I was trying to catch one specific horse because she and her baby were to spend the night in the stable, instead of out with the other horses.
I was thinking about the dream today, and it reminded me of the first horse
ranch I worked at. There were 15 or 20 horses in the back pasture, including
one ancient, retired brood mare, named Queeny.
I don't remember how old she was, in her thirties, I
suppose. Her back was swayed, her face was bony, and her hair was starting
to go gray. We had to feed her separate from the other horses, so I would
throw down hay for all the others, and while they were munching I would open
the gate and let her out. Queeny made a bee-line straight for the barn, and
her own special stall. I didn't have to lead her, and if I forgot to open the
door to the barn or her stall, she would wait for me, not so patiently.
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