Last night's dream took place all over what i have to assume is the Hartke building because there were rehearsals and art work and tension...
the clearest part of the dream is that there was a beautiful white dappled horse, which Ashton Kutcher was riding. He was pressing this horse to do some trick or other, and when it finally did, it landed funny and said "ow." The horse said "ow." So I jumped in to fix it. And it turns its foot to me and it's a splinter. Or something. Something small is stuck in this horse's surprisingly non-equine meaty foot. It's acting like a real baby, too, and so is Ashton. as I work, Ashton says (very seriously) "Marry me, you could take care of me forever!" and it's his foot I'm working on. I tell him quietly "I'm already engaged. You know that." And then we both laugh about it.
Sources: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle (which is Hamlet on a dog farm up north. really good, actually)
That 70s Show which I was watching before bed
My Ring from My Fiancee.
I don't know where the horse came from...
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