I was a caretaker at a horse ranch, I was out in one of the pens rounding up the horses for the night. I was trying to catch one specific horse because she and her baby were to spend the night in the stable, instead of out with the other horses. The mare I wanted galloped off and jumped the fence. Me and a few other people went after her, and I was impressed when I got to the fence because it was seven or eight feet high. The other people spread out to find the mare, but I was pretty sure she would be grazing down at the corner lot. Sure enough, she was down there and an old man had caught her and was bringing her back. I took her and brought her to the stable and told one of the others to bring in the foal as well.

I was thinking about the dream today, and it reminded me of the first horse ranch I worked at. There were 15 or 20 horses in the back pasture, including one ancient, retired brood mare, named Queeny. I don't remember how old she was, in her thirties, I suppose. Her back was swayed, her face was bony, and her hair was starting to go gray. We had to feed her separate from the other horses, so I would throw down hay for all the others, and while they were munching I would open the gate and let her out. Queeny made a bee-line straight for the barn, and her own special stall. I didn't have to lead her, and if I forgot to open the door to the barn or her stall, she would wait for me, not so patiently.