Knowing that my dreams are generally non-linear, that they are bits and pieces, I’m going to simply write down the impressions and avoid creating a linear narrative. Having said that, sometimes impressions will seem to be linear.
Hannah drove to town to find me and tell me that a horse named Chance had died, but this was a different horse than the Chance that had already died.* I had a lot of difficulty hearing what she was saying.**
Hannah and I decided to do some shopping for her wedding. She bought a $229 bracelet, sweaters, a lovely hat, and more clothes than we could carry. Others joined us and bought things as well; then they (not Hannah) decided to go through all of the stores and take everything they wanted, which for some reason ended in a grand party. I drove a lawn tractor through the stores. Couldn’t find my car.
I found a a white dachshund (but it really wasn’t white or a dachshund) and tried to return it to its owner. I was told it belonged to the people down the street who owned a brothel. Yes, that was the word used. The dog’s leash (more like a tattered rope) got caught in the axle of my car and I had to crawl under the car to get it loose.
Made it to the barn to discover that Chance wasn’t dead. At least that’s what I think I heard. I couldn’t quite make out what people were saying.
This is similar to the hat Hannah found (except not pink and it had a net)
*The reality: I decided to stop by the barn on my way home from Rockwall and see what Wonder Horse was up to and saw that they added 2 new horses to the pasture. One is an enormous Friesian/Percheron cross. Beautiful animal.
**Yesterday as I mowed my lawn, I was listening to a book. I had to crank it up to hear it over the mower. I wondered how badly this affects my hearing.