Failure … then success. (dream)

I was taking pictures, then I had to ride a horse in a competition. I wasn’t ready, I hadn’t warmed-up with the horse, and I didn’t know the course. I scrambled to get ready, got on my horse, desperately trying to figure out how I was going to do this. I finally decided to scratch and disqualify myself from the competition. This meant that I couldn’t compete in the next phase, and everyone (including myself) was incredibly disappointed that I gave up.

But then, I took off on the horse and galloped away down to some industrial part of town with some abandoned factories near a railroad track. The ride was exhilarating and I felt completely at peace. Then, Zoe was there – eating wildflowers by the train – and we (my, the horse, my dog) were all sitting there together – happy and relaxed.