But Siaga, where did you go?

God. I dreamed a horrible nightmare last night.

Starts off:

I'm traveling around a city, meeting people and making friends. One of the friends is a Japanese girl, who's about 23 years old.

Then, I'm at my parents house, trying to find Siaga. I'm in the jeep with Dad and my brother, Adam. They know he'd gotten loose and that I'm trying to find my boy. One of the neighbors horses (they only have one, but in the dream there were three) comes by the back yard and I go running over, thinking it was Siaga, until I see that it had a blaze on it's face instead of a star.

Then I'm back in the city, running everywhere, asking "Have you seen a stray horse?" I go to the apartment of my latest friend, and ask her the same question. She says "Yes, yes." I ask "How big was it?" "Hard to tell." "About this?" I ask, holding my hand to my shoulder. "Yes, yes."

"What color was he?" I ask. She said "Brown, with black hair." "Did he have any markings?" "A white diamond, on his forehead." "And on his legs?" "Front left. About 5 inches high." She uses her hands to demonstrate a "sock" marking on her left forearm. "Where was he?" "In a ditch." I fell to my knees at that point. I asked "I take it, I don't want to see it, then?" "No... No you don't.." She looked so upset. I was so upset. I didn't fully believe he was dead yet though, because I hadn't yet seen the body. I thought "Maybe there's another horse who looks like he does who escaped."

Then I was back in my apartment, sitting on the computer.

I was reading a blog by Jeni from the stable, who loves Siaga to bits, and she wrote something along the lines of "Karat wasn't too happy about riding in the woods. It took me a while to figure out why. There was a horrible stench of rotting meat. We kept riding... until we came across a horse I know called Siaga... He was laying in a creek, dead." She had pictures. He was laying in the creek, on his back, feet up in the air, head twisted around at a weird angle. That's where it hit me fully that Siaga was dead. It hurt so badly that I went numb. I was in so much pain I couldn't feel anything else. I woke up then, from bawling my eyes out in my sleep.

Race Horse!

So I dreamed last night that I was at this place... and I looked out the window to see a race horse going by, on the way to the track. I get excited that there are horses around and so I go outside to find the stable. I find this one stud, locked in his stall. He's massive. Maybe about 17hh. Chestnut with a stripe down his nose. He's pacing in his stall. Snorting, whinnying. I can see that he's lean of fat, but he's low on muscle, too.

All of a sudden, Jonathon's mom is beside me, and saying the stud is her horse. I ask his name. "Man and War." She says. I thought at first she said "Man o' War," and was going to correct her and say that names of thoroughbreds that had won major races were always retired after the death of the horse, unable to be used again. Anyways. I ask her why he's so lean, and why he looked like he hadn't been exercised in ages.

She told me he hadn't been worked because of his temperament, that everyone was scared of him. She tried to put a halter on him and he kept biting at her and demanding that that thing stay away from him. So I take the halter and finally get it on him, unharmed. I lead him out into the isle. The whole time, he's trying to bite me, but he's leading well, other than that. I get him tied up and start grooming him, and he rears up. I yank the lead and say "No!" and he comes back down and looks at me like "Whaaaaaat, lady?" So I go about my business.

Then, once I'm done, and I've curried him, brushed him, combed out his mane and tail, and took a clean rag to his eyes and nose, and another over the rest of him, and after I successfully picked out his feet, which were horrible and needed a trim, I took him to the indoor arena.

In there I dreamed that we worked on all sorts of ground rules. When I was satisfied that he wasn't going to attempt to kill me anymore, I had someone bring out his bridle and saddle and saddle pad, and then saddled him up. I swung up... and then...

I wasn't riding Man and War (aka Sparky) anymore. I was riding Siaga in the woods, bareback. His ears were back to me, and he listened to everything I told him to do and obeyed. He moved smoothly and never faltered at creek or tree or tempting grass shoots. It was fantastic. That was where I woke up. Darn.

Back to School

Highschool, that is.

I dreamed I was riding a really bumpy school bus; it would go over bumps and we'd all go flying up in the air. When we finally got to the school and got parked, I saw it was my old high school.

So I go in, and go to my old locker, before I realize it's not my locker anymore. So I go to the office lady and say that I need a schedule and a locker, and she gets the information. She asks me a question, I don't remember what, and I don't remember what I answer with, but she smiles and digs up a red paper.

My schedule. I'm scheduled to go to all sorts of classes, and all the teachers are Irish. There was only one familiar name on that list, and the class he was teaching was an Israeli self-defense class, though my mind translated the name of the class as something else.

I asked if I could get some art classes, and was told I had already taken all the art classes available. So I figured this wasn't too bad. I start off to my first class, I believe it was an English class with a woman named "Sibeal." This is the point at which I woke up. :/

Barns and ... more weddings.

My first dream last night involved finding a barn that I wanted to live in. And my June was there. June is the horse, or pony, rather, that I first loved. There were two stalls, one for Siaga and one for June. The rest of the barn was like a big living space.

The second dream, I was designing a wedding dress for Jonathon's mom. Hrm....

Even in my dreams...

I'm obsessed with designing my own clothes.

Eugh. I dreamed I was in a little room, trying on clothes. Well. Skirts. The first one was long, full, and black, and very ruffly. It had a short over skirt, also black and ruffly. On the area of the front of the over skirt that would be right at my hipbones, were two sets of corset laces, in a black silk ribbon.

The second skirt was white. It was a white mini skirt/over skirt that was detailed with lace and sequins, and was so short it barely covered my butt. On the right side, it had a skirt panel that covered only the right leg (like in Final Fantasy X-2, and Yuna's gunner costume.) This panel was full and fluffy, and had tufts of black tulle here and there.

I turned around and looked back at the mirror so that I saw it from the back. I did a few experimental belly dance moves. I made a comment that it was almost like a really strange wedding dress. Jonathon was in the room with me (ah, my boyfriend) and replied something about maybe I could wear it for that then.

I woke up then. :/

Polocrosse...

With Shetland ponies. :)

I dreamed I was watching a game of polocrosse, where it was children on little Shetland ponies playing. I kept getting distracted by this one kid, who was impatient for the game to be over , standing with his Appaloosa mare, which I think was a POA (Pony of the Americas, sort of a cross between an Appaloosa and an American Shetland.) Anyways, he was waiting on his show to start. Impatient brat. His impatience was causing the mare to be frisky and tossing her blond mane (which was dyed blond for some reason, and her name was Blondie... her original mane color was chestnut, though she herself was like a really dark liver chestnut with a blanket print over her rump) and her friskiness only made the boy more irritable and the cycle just kept going.

Finally she reared up and ran off, causing a lot of trouble and the boy asked my help and so I went after the mare, following at a walk, and not a run, until she was calm enough to approach, and I grabbed the reins and brought her back and then went back to watching my game.

Next time I turn around, I'm in a wooded area, and there's "Blondie" ... only as a human. A naked woman, an incredibly beautiful woman, with red roots in her hair that's been dyed blond, and a tail that also had been dyed blond and had red roots. She just turned around and walked off into the woods in her human body, tail swishing, her arms out to either side so her fingers and hands grazed the leaves and the bark of the trees around her.

And there it ended. It was strange.