Nose-Ring Bulls and Childish Horses (May 12th, 2008)

So it's been a while since my last update. Way too many fragments to keep track of, and too little substance to write of. But now, finally another couple of pretty insane dreams.

I must have been in some sort of fantasy kingdom, I dunno, but things were definitely not what they seemed anywhere. I remember (faintly) walking through a forest, but what I remember most was what I can only describe as elaborate corridors. With shelves everywhere, and millions of little things on them.
I was with a couple of guys I think, one of them much closer to me than the other.
We found some antlers, deer antlers. And somehow it changed into a bull. One of these ferocious, nose-ring, charging kind og bulls. And I don't know how, but in the mayhem of the bull I ended up on top of a shelf, crouching perched on top. And I remember when it was over, we were to go through a door on my right into the next corridor beyond, and the guy closest to me stood below and reached up a hand to me to help me get down. And that's pretty much it, I can't remember anything more than hazy images of forests.

Then I dreamed of a house. A huge house, almost mansion in white or pale pink or perhaps both. I remember getting up from sleep, and I knew my sister and some relatives were there in the house as well. A couple of my cousins.
My sister and I, childish as we are (though perhaps not, as I am one of few who speak my sister's language, none of the relatives outside the closest family do), rushed to the breakfast table to be able to sit together. There were few seats left, but we made it.
Later there was a walk. All the people in the house taking a stroll together. There it was settled that I was to take a horse off a little girl's hands. So yay. She was about 10 or 12, and I knew her in the dream (and saw her at the breakfast table) although I don't know her in waking. She had two horses, and I was to take care of and train one of them. I saw the horse, but I can't tell you the breed or anything, the only thing I remember was that it was brown, possibly black markings on the legs. And I led the horse away.