Animal Dreams

Night of June 8th
Animal Battles
I am at a zoo. Currently by myself, but I know I have friends around somewhere. I am looking into an enormous enclosure like you see for elephants. There are a couple bare trees and the ground is packed dirt. There is a single animal standing in the middle. No wonder the enclosure is so big, the animal is massive. It is a Texas longhorn. Completely white in color. Its horns went diagonally backwards toward its rear, sticking out father from its body the further back they went. They had horizontal stripes that were red, and the horns came to a very sharp point at the end.

As I am watching it standing there doing nothing, a blur of golden brown charges the longhorn. It is a bear, almost as big as the cow. It slams into the neck of the longhorn and nearly knocks it over. The longhorn bellows and smashes its head into the bear, who went flying backwards. The bear gets up and lumbers back to the longhorn, as the longhorn lowers its head and paws the dirt. The bear rears up to swipe at the longhorn as it charges. The bear flies back again, and gets up even more slowly.

One of my friends runs up to me, panting. "You gotta come here, right now!! The other battle is WAY better! Come on!!!!!" So we run from the longhorn and bear and into a large building, a giant arena that would rival the size of the Colosseum. The lighting is dim. I hear and feel a rush of air above me. As I look up, I see a dragon. It lands on the ground and breathes fire into the space above it. I follow the fire to see what it is aiming at. There is a huge great white shark, encased in a globe of water. The water is flowing and swirling and rippling around it. The shark and dragon battle was indeed more exciting than a cow and a bear.

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Bareback

I am in a small grassy paddock. A dirt trail has been trampled around the border of the white fence. There is a big tree in the middle, tall, and its branches stretch far away from its truck into the sky and out nearly to the fence. It is trimmed neatly with no low branches to impede movement beneath it. There is a beautiful reddish chestnut horse, at least 18hh. He has a faded light gray halter on, but no saddle or any other tack. There are two people with me, a young teenage boy and a little girl. I grab a handful of the horse's mane and jump onto his back. I sit with my legs just behind his powerful shoulders. I click to him and give a slight squeeze with my legs. He breaks into a trot and as I lean into him he goes straight into a gallop. He ran so fast tears were pulled from my eyes. It was a smooth ride, never a stumble, and his gait was flawless. We flew around the paddock and I slowed him to a walk as we approached the two kids.

"See, it's easy! He's a good boy," I told the girl as I scratched the horse on the side of his neck. She smiled and looked at her feet. I asked her if she would like to try now. Head still bowed, she raised her eyes to look at me. I knew she wanted to. I lifted her up and told her how to position herself and how to guide the horse. First lesson in bareback riding. When she seemed comfortable I told her to go. Off she went, her black hair bouncing gently as the horse ran. The sound of hooves lessened and gradually become louder again. As they came to a stop in front of me, the girl was all smiles.