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Dream
Maybe all you dream experts can help me out here.
Two days before Christmas I was singing the old song "I ride an old paint" in my dream.
"I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan,
I'm off to Montana, for to throw the hoolian..."
It sounded a lot more profound in the dream than in real life, the words seemed different than the ones I knew. Maybe the only reason I recognized it was the last verse:
"When I die, take my saddle from the wall.
Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall,
Tie my bones to his back, Turn our faces to the West,
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best."
Christmas night/boxing day morning dream: I was at the farm where I grew up in Alberta. (Used to dream about the farm all the time but seldom do any more.) Across the road from the farm there was a guy working on a combine. The field had plants in it that I interpreted as flax, except for the corners facing the road which were grass. I decided to pace off the field to determine its size. Went to one side and paced off 73 paces to the other side (really hard to keep a count going in a dream). Found a scrap of paper and a pencil on the ground in which I wrote down 73, then I woke up before I started pacing in the other direction.
Possible interpretation of the second dream: the day before I sent my sister (who now lives on the farm) a link to an article saying that grass-fed beef is healthier than feedlot beef because it has a far greater percentage of Omega3. She sent back a link to another article expressing the same thing. Flax is a good source of Omega3, if I remember correctly.
Two days before Christmas I was singing the old song "I ride an old paint" in my dream.
"I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan,
I'm off to Montana, for to throw the hoolian..."
It sounded a lot more profound in the dream than in real life, the words seemed different than the ones I knew. Maybe the only reason I recognized it was the last verse:
"When I die, take my saddle from the wall.
Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall,
Tie my bones to his back, Turn our faces to the West,
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best."
Christmas night/boxing day morning dream: I was at the farm where I grew up in Alberta. (Used to dream about the farm all the time but seldom do any more.) Across the road from the farm there was a guy working on a combine. The field had plants in it that I interpreted as flax, except for the corners facing the road which were grass. I decided to pace off the field to determine its size. Went to one side and paced off 73 paces to the other side (really hard to keep a count going in a dream). Found a scrap of paper and a pencil on the ground in which I wrote down 73, then I woke up before I started pacing in the other direction.
Possible interpretation of the second dream: the day before I sent my sister (who now lives on the farm) a link to an article saying that grass-fed beef is healthier than feedlot beef because it has a far greater percentage of Omega3. She sent back a link to another article expressing the same thing. Flax is a good source of Omega3, if I remember correctly.
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