saifai | Dood, my psyche is so screwed up.

I had this dream. What's that old saying? Can't kill a dead horse or something? Yeah. Mine was that.

Okay, so there I am in my standard "I'm on the run for my life" scenario in my dream. It's the murder/mystery type, not the horror type, so that's good. I remember having this cow, our source of food. It's back legs were injured. I distinctly remember thinking it was my fault it had happen. I knew I had to put it down, but I just couldn't. I needed to hold out, just hoping it would get better. I'm hiding in my house, and the cow didn't even make it up the driveway to hide with me in the garage. I go back out the side door to take a look, and his hind legs are like half gone. It's a dream though, so it's not grosse. They just aren't there. Kinda weird actually.

It's about then that I notice that it's not my cow, but my horse that was injured. Also? The cow had been following us and was about to be caught by the bad guys because he was in love with my horse and was coddling him and trying to make him all better. They were like Spike and Xander, only a horse and a cow. *gr*

I kinda take a step back from the surreality of it all and think, "Okay. It's an injured horse, therefore I should put it down." Little voice in my head is screaming out the argument,"Oh, no you don't! It's not dead yet! Only a flesh wound!!!" (yes, apparently my inner voice sounds a lot like the Knights who say Nee in the Monty Python movies.)

Then I woke up. You think my brain is trying to tell me something? *toddles off munching M&Ms*