A little insight to my thoughts last night while feeding Little P at 12:30am. Usually I either don't remember or quickly forget my dreams. However, last night I made a point of remembering the dream I was dreaming when I got up to feed Little P. I am neither an expert or dream fanatic, only stupefied as to how bizarre dreams usually are. So, in my dream I was on the ranch I grew up on, out in the corrals. There were horses in one of the pens, but one of them had gotten out through a hole in the fence. (OK, pretty normal. What is weird is the horses that were there were ones that we owned when I was about 10, and could not possibly still be alive. Weird how my brain put those particular horses there.) Then, this guy is there with a pickup and trailer. On his trailer is an airplane. (odd, who drives around towing an airplane?) He gets into his plane, apparently to find the horse that got out, and attempts to take off. After failing, he ditches the plane. Then...
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