A calling? - (Last night's dream)

I had a beautiful dream last night, I was attending some type of sporting event at a school and the sport involved horses riding around and around a base ball diamond in a high-walled arena type building. I was standing at the sidelines down by a huge wooden doorway, the whole diamond was surrounded by stone walls like the gladiators used to fight in and thousands of spectators watched from the seating on the side opposite of me.

I was chatting with a friend who was for some reason telling me his woes about a his girl friend, who was much older then himself. So much older in fact that people assumed it was his mother. Random I know, but I really didn't care, rather I focused my attention on the powerful feet of the horses and their majestic canter around the ring.

Just then a light rain began to fall and a wave of worry fell over me as the dark clouds rolled in. I told my friend that the horses would get hurt if the ground became too mucky and I was worried because they were soon going to be exhausted from this constant and pointless canter that seemed to entertain and entrance the crowd so greatly. The rain began to fall harder and I kept repeating to my friend "they are going to get hurt if the ground gets too wet!".

The rain suddenly came down harder with a clap of thunder and the crowd roared in excitement as if a goal had been scored. The horses slowed but continued valiantly, looking dry and untouched somehow by the storm, their manes flying slow motion like you see on Pantene hair commercials. Around the circle they rode, only slightly slower, like a carousel with a wrench thrown into the gears.

The rain fell so hard it hit the ground with force, splattering in drops the size of small pancakes. The ground became very dark in color, thick and sticky. The horses acted like mixing beaters as if stirring a bowl of rich brownie batter. I remained at the door and watched anxiously worrying for the welfare of the horses. Two of the horses got their foot stuck in the mud and slipped hurting their front legs, only to limp on in the circle and then to regain their strength as if by a miracle. The arena began to flood like a swimming pool, the spectators now nowhere to be seen. The horses were in a chaotic panic no longer riding the circle but galloping in horror around the ring's wall in all directions looking for escape. I opened the ring door and entered. There must of been fifteen horses, all huge with strong prominent muscles and well groomed coats and manes. I stood by an open door and the huge mammals began riding towards me. It was frightening and overwhelming, as they could easily crush me under their great force, yet I knew that wasn't their intention. They came to me like a child runs to it's mother in fright, in need of comfort and reassurance. They rode in a spaced out herd but arrived at my feet one by one. I took ahold of their halters (they weren't wearing bridles) and kept stroking and hugging their large necks with tears in my eyes but with an overwhelming happiness filling me up. A completeness, connection and pure love. As if I had met a long lost loved one after being apart and worried about them for so long. I kept thinking "I missed you, I missed you!" and "how can I be with horses again? I have to be with them again."
In the end I lead them out one by one and lead them to safety.










I used to ride 4 years ago.. and I always felt I had connection with the horses but I quit because I didn't want to ride proffessionally and felt that my instructor was too intense.. I just wanted to ride and have fun. I'd love to have my own horse someday, it's my dream.

Peace