That a cup of coffee begins life as some beans delights me. A brew of beans. Hot water and a plant from the earth herself to wake me up. And good morning to you, too.
In my dream I have somehow become a fast horse, and I gallop, trot, and prance. Yes, actual prancing. It feels good to be a fast horse.
In another dream I was a moose, and in another I was a dog.There may not be an exact explanation, but there is this - I enjoy it.
In this dream I am a fast horse, moving swiftly across a grassy prairie. The bright sunshine is warm and fine on my back, and when I awake I see the saddle and bridle waiting silently beside my bed.