night mare

She was a beautiful dark steel gray, almost blue. I had purchased her, sight unseen, some months ago and never gone by the stables where she was being boarded. While I was in the area on another errand, I thought I'd stop by to see what she looked like. The place had maybe a hundred horses, but finally we found the mare I owned. An employee let her out of the paddock and she followed us like a playful—and rather large—dog. Now that I had seen her, I didn't want to put her back in the paddock. I wanted to put her in the back of the truck and take her home.

Note: After dreaming this I was sent this picture of the mare, Blueberry, owned by a Lakota friend, who says that dreams of horses are very powerful. Hmm.