Had a crazy dream last night.. a massive storm was coming. Hundreds of horses were galloping down the hills because they were spooked, running into fences and over people. I went to my apartment (conveniently located on the 2nd floor) and randomly, Jenn Taylor was there (college roommate, hello!) asking if it was safe. I went down into the 1st floor courtyard into a small barnyard where Isabella has been reborn as a dewy eyed cute little foal, along with her baby calf roommate. She was drowning in her stall because all the rain was gathering. I let the water out and she was ok.. I scooped her up in my arms and took her into the apartment with me to keep safe until the storm passed.
Storm = reading FB status updates of California friends.
Water deluge = recurring nightmare
Galloping horses = ?
Isabella needing me = I haven't visited her since Sunday and feel guilty