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Horseback Riding At Night
What could it mean?
I found myself working construction at a site that was right next to a large barn that held many horses. I was told that every construction worker was assigned to a specific horse. I could not for the life of me understand why a modern day construction worker needed a horse but that was the rule. So I went into the barn to find the horse that I was assigned to take care of.
It turned out the horse did not like me very much. It kept snorting derisively at me, mocking me for not being a horse person. The horse could sense that I had not been on a horse in around thirty years and that I knew nothing about caring for a horse.
I admitted to the horse that I was not a horse person even though I had been one in at least two past-lives. The closest I had gotten in this life was when I was a young whippersnapper in my early twenties and was temporarily married to a woman who had countless rodeo trophies atop her bedroom dresser. She could be blindfolded with her wrists and ankles tied up and she could still ride a horse. That’s how good she was. When I went horseback riding with her I just told my horse to follow her and I held on for dear life.
I apologized to the horse for my equine ignorance and told her that I still wanted to be friends. She was not happy with that.
