This evening after supper, which was scrumptious biscuits and gravy, I fell asleep on the couch while mom read. The following account is the dream that HAS to be shared.
Mom, Tif, and I were riding horses in London over a huge cobble stoned bridge. Tif's horse was ready to race the other riders (since there were about a hundred or so riders). Mom's horse was not behaving well though, so I decided to ride beside her to help calm it down. As we neared the end of a stretch of the road, it turned into a hospital wing. Justin Helmley was standing at the end ready to take my horse from me and direct me to the bathroom, and when I got back out, he told me, "Just go on in, but don't get in anyone's way, and you can watch the surgery." I was amazed that he knew I needed to observe one, and asked, "Is it anyone I know." He sort of grimaced and then nodded. I entered the room to find Tif on the operation table, her stomach bloated to the size of a horse and the color of green and yellow. (disgusting by the way) and immediately began to bawl. The doctor told me that she had been riding her mare, when another mare barged out of the ditch and smashed her horse, breaking her legs. Turns out the surgery was on her legs, so I don't really know why her body was so bloated. haha
When mom and dad arrived, the surgery was done and she had casts on both of her lower legs (knee down) and she swung them off to the side and sat up. We all tried to make her lay down cause she was just getting done with surgery, but she said, "Guys, my legs are cramping." As if this made it all ok.
I think I might have woke a little cause I don't remember anything after that of the hospital scene, however the dream is not over! Tif was up in the combine talking on the phone, and I was hanging by my knees below the front window, cause the header was not on it. As I looked up at Tif through the glass, somehow it distorted her image, so she was actually below me. I was spitting as I was hanging there, and one of the times, she accidentally opened her mouth at the wrong time and one of my spitballs went right in her mouth. She yelled at me and told me to stop being disgusting, and then decided she wanted to go to where steph was (at the beach). So she climbed down the ladder and went around on a deck of the combine. I asked her why she took the long way and with a mighty leap, beat her to steph.
Then dad came home and I woke up. Sorry if the details were a little much, but I found this hysterical and had to share.
cheers
