I am on a rural property. There is a gentle slope to the property, I’m near the bottom of the slope. As I stand and look up the slope, there is a dilapidated building to my left. I’m standing in one of several raised planting beds. It’s been raining, the ground I’m standing on is soggy. About 10 feet in front of me, just up the slope, a wooden fence runs horizontally across the property. On the other side of the fence, again on the right, there is a partially enclosed greenhouse. Beyond that, leading up the slope, is a grassy pasture.

I’m choosing a spot in the planter boxes to sleep. I have a sleeping bag and I’m trying to find the best angle to settle in. It’s daylight, and I can see the sleeping bag is in a muddy puddle. I’m not concerned about this. As I continue to fuss with the sleeping bag, a motion catches my eye across the fence in the greenhouse. I approach the fence to get a better look. There is a large shape moving around in the greenhouse. It’s up off the ground, I think maybe it’s a large monkey. I keep watching it and I realize it’s a bear. I don’t feel any fear, the bear is clambering around less than 20 feet from me.

Suddenly the bear makes a quick move and bolts out of the greenhouse. I wonder which direction it’s going to go. It comes toward the fence but then veers away and heads up the slope. As it runs it transforms into a very shaggy palomino horse.

As soon as it is transformed it turns toward me and gallops hard down the hill. There is no way it is going to stop, so I duck down as close to the fence as I can. The horse jumps the fence, right over top of me. I can smell it. I can also see large tufts of hair flying off the horse as it runs.

The horse skids to a halt, turns, and runs back at me. Again I duck down, pressing hard against the fence. The horse jumps back over the fence, mud and hair flying everywhere. He gallops hard back up the hill. From a distance he is beautiful, but as he turns and comes at me again, he is even more patchy and sick looking.

I wake up.