Last night, while out at dinner with Jenn (I took her to La Casa Blue), we had a short conversation about how the human body is weird and complicated. For example: when I get bit by a mosquito, I get an itchy red bump about the size of a dime; when she gets bit by a certain type of mosquito, she gets a hard oval plate about the size of an olive dish. How can that happen? As we marveled about that, she made a comment about how all animal bodies are complicated. I agreed to a point, however unless one spent a lot, and I mean at least more like 2/3 of your lifetime, being intimately engaged with animals, you really wouldn't notice the complexities and intricacies of their systems.
Jenn said I was right. Unless you were willing to live like an animal, you might not really get it. Then I remembered that cat man who lives in San Diego County somewhere. He owns a lot of cats, loves cats, but also wants to be a cat. He has transformed his face and nails as much as humanly possible to be a tiger. I learned about him on the Discovery Health Channel a long time ago.
What does all this have to do with dreaming about horses?
Well later that night, when I got to bed, I had a dream. I was in a store that was filled with horse statues. And I remember thinking, "Why would anyone want to own horse statues? What would make someone choose to make that part of their home's decor?" I stood there, trying to answer the questions, staring, mesmerized by the statues. There was one in particular that caught my eye. It was white frosted glass and it looked as if the horse had been running but lost its footing. It was about to fall, but it caught itself, and was triumphantly getting ready to regain its balance. I marveled at the musculature and felt the spirit and power of the horse. I said out loud, "Horses are amazing."
I once owned a horse statue. A student gave it to me for my birthday. I wonder if it's packed away in the garage?
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