Quick! Before I forget!

It's fading fast but I have to quick write down my dream ~ for your entertainment purposes, of course ~ before I forget. After all, it's Thanksgiving morning and I'm sure you'll all be thankful for my dreams.

So ... we were living in my parents house. I was an adult, though, and in my dream the house was actually *my* house, and my current family (you know, husband and kids?) all lived there with me. My mom was there, too, but she had come to hang out with us for the afternoon.

And we were sitting in the family room watching a Seinfeld episode. Well, actually, the dream earlier was that *I* was Elaine and was actually IN a Seinfeld episode. Not a very clever one, either, at that. It had something to do with the hallway Jerry lived on, and not really knowing Kramer yet. For some sort of a 'practical joke' I (as Elaine) was knocking on the doors of Jerry's neighbors and running away when I heard them coming to answer them, because Jerry's neighbors were weird. There were two neighbors. And apparently the door peep-hole things didn't work, or I didn't know about them, because I was confident they'd never know who I was. Like I said, it wasn't a clever episode. But all that is an aside, because by the time the part I want to tell you about takes place I was just *watching* the lame episode, which was now about Elaine starting a new job in a big building in California and for some reason the business was having a naked or topless day. And I was actually letting my children watch this episode on TV. And Elaine wore clothes on her first day, and that made someone else mad, so Elaine and this woman were ripping pieces (like sleeves) off each other's clothes. Uh ... yeah. And one of the guys who worked there was Jerry's neighbor and Elaine was hoping he wouldn't figure out she was the one who had been knocking.

SOoooo anyway, back to the 'real dream' ... we were watching that incredibly stupid episode. And we had a pet horse. Yes, me, the (for this season) AntiPet Mom, had a horse. In the house. For a pet.

So we're watching TV and Tobi-wan Kenobi was upset that we couldn't remember what happened in some library book he really liked. And Moogie and I were trying to reassure him that we could go to the Library in a few days. But he wanted to right now, which we couldn't, because Seinfeld was on which meant it was late at night and past kids bedtimes. So he went up to bed in tears and the phone rang.

Now I can't really remember what happened when/after I went to answer the phone, but it had to do with someone ... tripping? falling? And the horse maybe falling, too. But the horse was very careful NOT to fall on the person. It did some amazing acrobatic twist to keep from crushing someone. And we were all saying clever things like, "Good horse! Very very good boy! You're a good horse! Yes you are!" like you talk to a dog, you know? And petting the horse's head. Who was loving it, I tell you. You could see the light dawn in the horses eyes, that it's amazing acrobatic twist had earned it this praise. And I suppose right then and there that horse decided it wanted to be more than he had been.

He started talking - kind of like Astro, or Scooby Doo. You couldn't understand everything he said, but you could tell me was trying. He leaned his head over to lick me happily, you know, like a dog does, and me being the Matron Of The House and all, but I did dodge the Horse Kiss. Apparently even though I owned a horse for an indoor pet I still didn't want any pet slobber on me. Who can blame me? But the horse understood (phew!) ...

So the horse moves on with his plan to bedazzle us, because now it's more than a common house-horse-pet. It stands up on it's hind legs, and balances! And starts walking around on it's hind legs. Of course, we are all very amazed and shower the horse with even more "good horse!" praise. And somehow the horse gets himself dressed. We don't actually see this, it's more one of those blink-of-an-eye-dream-things, but it's not like WE dressed him up, it's just that one minute he's a regular standing Rastro Ralking House Horse Pet and the next minute he's wearing some sort of Colonial American Revolution Officer Uniform. Of course, I can't remember the details of the costume, so I can't vouch for it's authenticity, but it was clearly recognizable as a such. So the horse walks to the little bathroom on the main floor and is standing there admiring himself, in his uniform, complete with hat, but also with somewhat mixed feelings because he realizes that while he can stand and wear Officer's Uniforms, he's still really a horse, he's not a people like us.

And that's when I woke up, hurried to the computer (making a necessary pit stop at the bathroom, of course) to bring you this Thanksgiving Message of Hope and Thanks. And, really, it's a "true story" as far as that I really DID dream all that. Who could make that kind of junk up?

Happy Thanksgiving!