Recent dreams containing pony page 4

I was on a business trip in California and my husband was with me. We were driving down a road that looked similar to the road where I grew up. He said that tomorrow we were going to a place, but I can’t remember the name of the town. It was San Anna or something. It was a vacation spot that was warm and relaxing. I saw a dead pony on the side of the road and then we began to see lots of horses in a pond or lake. The horses were all dead or dying. Then we began to see people in the water trying to help or comfort them. I made eye contact with a white horse and our souls touched. He was sad, scared and pleading for help, but almost resolved to his fate. I woke up screaming.

A couple that I don't speak to. The man is my fiance's boss. They lived in a shotgun house and I was taking a stack of $20 bills individually sealed in cellophane to them. They were not at home and I went into the house all the way to the back which was a bedroom with a old iron twin bed, the bed was made with a white bedspread. There was an alligator loose in the room and I jumped up on the bed to get away from it. The woman came home and I left that room and went into the living room. She began to style my hair with a ponytail on both sides of my head. When she was done, we went to a bar. We sat in stools at the bar. A man walked in and sat a banana split on the bar. I told him he had my attention and he looked at me and said very seriously, "I'm sorry it just isn't in there." He then repeated that it just isn't in there.

White pony. Pet. White mare wild..white stallion. Wild. Running away. Sunset. talking animals. Wasps. Bees. Dissected. Mercy. Pieces. Wedding.

White pony. Pet. White mare wild..white stallion. Wild. Running away. Sunset. Task grass.

Singing as a kazoo plays, hair changes from ponytail to fancy updo

It was a hot, humid day in the desert. Plopped under an enormous pine tree, I drank the last bit of water I had out of my canteen. As I peered over my black bandana that covered my face from eyes down, I saw a blob making its way closer and closer to me. The grey figure drew closer as I rose to my feet next to my pink pony, Strawberry (one of those ponies from My Little Pony). I hopped on top of its saddle and kicked her stomach, cueing her to take off. However, she was so tiny that she fell over and started to sob. Furious, I began to run the opposite way of the figure, but by the time I started running, he was already behind me grabbing the back of my shirt. “Don’t shoot my hoooooorseeeee!” I yelled as he began to repeatedly shoot my horse. But what the man didn’t know was that My Little Ponies are magical. Strawberry repelled all of the bullets and attacked the man. In less than a second, the man was trapped inside her stomach as her special stomach acids burned him to death. His horse, a muscular Black Stallion, nudged Strawberry and urged her to come back home with him. It was love at first sight! I stood from a distance as my pony took off and eventually woke up.

I was at my twin sisters wedding and it was in the middle of nowhere in the desert. She wasn't my real sister in the dream and they were playing softball for her wedding. Then I had to bring the gifts to the alter and the scene changed to me realizing that I wasn't dressed yet and I had 20 minutes to get to the ceremony. We were watching the ceremony on a TV to follow up with what was going on. Then the scene switched to me crying in the bathroom because I was stressed out and my old babysitter was comforting me. Then the scene completely switched to me being at school of some sort and My head was shaved but their were still pieces remaining. I tried to fix it by putting the remaining pieces into a ponytail but one side of my head was shaved completely and there were no hairs to tie up. Then it switched to a profile view of me and m partially shaved head then I woke up.

Standing behind a friend who is dressed in medical uniform leaning on a van and her ponytail was tousled

Standing behind a friend who is dressed as a paramedic leaning on a van and her ponytail was tousled

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.