I have not been doing a good job in remembering my dreams lately. I remember having them but they disappear shortly after I wake up. Maybe I have been too relaxed recently. This morning I remember a snippet which I will share.
I was walking down the street in a small town on the way to see my doctor. I could see the building across a beautiful green field so I decided to take a shortcut because I enjoy walking on grass. I began to cross the field when I noticed that the grass was actually AstroTurf. A group of horses galloped over a small hill and into the field toward me. They stopped about 20 feet away but one continued up to me. I held out my hand and he nuzzled and licked it. I reached up to stroke his nose but he startled and backed away. I was like, “OK. Whatever.” and continued my walk toward the building.
As I entered the building there was a boy with a bloody face being escorted by his family. He had been kicked by a horse. I guess it was one of the ones I met.
I walked up to the main desk and noticed the address on the wall was not the same address that I held on a slip of paper in my hand. I told the attendant that I was in the wrong place and left.