I'd rather be jumping

FEBRUARY 11, 2012 10:43AM

a bizarre dream sequence, aka, the slippered horse

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The house is familar. I've been here before- comfortable in the odd setting.

I can almost picture the outside in my mind but it evades me at the same time.  An odd cul-de-sac, the house with it's tudor roof style, at once interesting yet strangely haunting.  Inside, dark wood, old, at least 100 years or more. Polished maple stairs lead up to a room but when I look to the left I see windows into another room.

The furniture is moving itself, stacking up and re-arranging. As I look away and look back, the changes look geometric. I'm not bothered by this, it seems normal. 

Down in the basement, there is water leaking in. Me thinking, Houston we have a problem! Somewhere along here it  turns into an industrial site.

There are people around and I'm talking to a 5'6" Mexican man; no idea what we are talking about, I can feel his eyes on me but I ignore him.

Now for some reason we are driving a van, or rather he's driving. I'm in the passenger seat.  We stop, get out, and immediately I see to  my right a horse laying on the ground.

I'm mortified because all 4 legs are cut off mid-cannon and strewn about on the ground around him.  Taking my phone out as if to call 911, I look away but out of the corner of my eye, I see the impossible!

"Wait look at him!" The barrel of the mangled horse lifts then falls in breath. Neck curling as he raises his head off the ground towards the sound of our voices. We are in his blind spot, he cannot see us.

My mind is racing, holy shit, I don't know what to do!  Then the horse lumbers upright (as horses do) to his "stubs," jumps into slippers, (mule style no less), and trots off. I'm left to wonder how they stay on his "feet"...

Welp, must be ok!  

Later, I'm in a building, a house maybe, not sure.  There is a knock at the door... it's the slippered horse on short legs! 

More knocking, "Mom, I need you to finish filling out this paper work for track..."  oh the kid...  

 

 

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Got to love dreams!! It's like, "Hello!!" :D

Rated!
A great example of how truly bizarro dreams can be.
So many questions.
Who cut the legs off.. the Mexican?
And then he HAD to drive you out there in the van to see his butchery?
But the horse... is ok with the short legs... has some custom slippers and does just fine, and seeks you out again. BUT how does it knock?
And, WHAT DOES IT WANT???
Dear Trig-a-lishious,

Horses have many options with respect to knocking, knees, their head, a back stub for this poor unfortunate creature. Maybe it wants coffee, hell I don't know, Jacob woke me up before I could find out!

But do not apply logic to the illogical, you should know better.
...something about making lemonade out of lemons. Or something like that. What a sequence!

Lezlie
Tink, you know it!

Scarlett, (love that name) like a window into the brain and the weirdness that swirls about! non-drug induced I might add..

L, maybe! My brain prefers happy endings, by hook or crook!
I have that same dream when I eat Greek food.
I have that same dream when I eat Greek food.
From a Jungian standpoint the meaning here is obvious; the house represents your id, while the Mexican is a stand-in for our collective fear of "the Other." The horse, given the truncated nature of its limbs, is symbolic of how our economy was ruined by the mortgage/banking crisis of '08, but the mule slippers indicate your sense of optimism for the future despite the water (i.e. your subconscious) leaking in the basement.
L2- Greek food and perhaps an extra shot of ouzo can do it to a body.

Nanatehay, whew, apparently I'm fairly transparent in dreams. But with regards to economy, I think its more personal. Current employment situation needs to change.
I love dreams like this, although the truncated legs are pretty harrowing. But the horse was okay, so all's well. I like your new avatar, too. My Grandpa had a white pony named Scotty when I was a kid. We never got to ride him, though.
I like the moving furniture, sounds kind of poltergeist-ish.