My dreams always get weird when my life gets hectic. I mean, it’s not surprising. With OK traveling for work 3 days a week, single parenting, a sinus infection, and our impending move across the continental divide, I keep having very literal stress dreams (I’m treading water all alone in the deepest part of the ocean; I’m late for an event and can’t find anything I need and no one understands why I’m so tired etc etc). And then, somehow, Speedy always shows up and then I know what to do. It’s just me and this horse.
I don’t know what any of it means but what I do know is that I’m always grateful this painted boy comes to visit me when I need it the most.