I’m dreaming a lot these days and remembering them all pretty well after waking up. It appears I’m on a journey to greater clarity and abundance.
This morning before I woke up I had a dream that a large herd of horses had walked through a perimeter fence surrounding my property and were wandering into what I considered “my” yard. I wasn’t at all upset by the event — I love horses! — but I did think, “If horses are getting through the breach, other not-as-welcome animals could get in, too (predators looking to live off my goats, cats, etc.).
So, I was torn. On the one hand, I welcomed them ALL — even the cougars, wolves and coyotes — as my “brothers and sisters” — as they are among my spirit animals (as are horses, cats, goats and rats!).
On the other, I wanted the predators to find other ways of making a living outside the perimeters of “my” fence (the location of which belonged to wild animals long before humans ever designated it as exclusively “ours” to stock with chosen species of plants and animals).
ABOUT BROWN HORSES IN DREAMS
Most of the horses in this dream were brown, so I looked up “brown horses as symbols in dreams” and discovered the following:
“Brown is the color of stability, comfort, and the home. Brown horses in dreams can symbolize a time of feeling safe and secure in our relationships at home and even indicate a comfort with ourselves.”
“If a herd of horses comes toward you, it’s a sign that big changes are heading your way. Horses are symbols of change and expansion.”
“Dreaming of a brown horse standing next to your house is usually a dream with a good meaning. It could be a confirmation of the success of your current endeavors and activities.”
“The brown horse is a reminder not to get caught up in acquiring worldly goods. Know that the Universe will always provide everything that you will need at the moment and that not all things are necessities. Once you release your attachment to materialism, you make room for abundance.” (I have always known this. I’m not materialistic to excess. I usually buy just what I need when I need it.)
Another article mentioned that brown horses could mean that an influential person will be helping my writing skills become better known so I can make more money. Happily, this is the least of my concerns right now. I have enough writing work now, since I gained a new client who is keeping me as busy as I want to be (at least ten hours per week at $90/hour for content writing) and plans to for the foreseeable future. So I don’t need more notoriety or “fame” as a copy or content writer.
This dream manifested partly, I suspect, because there have been cougar sightings in my neighborhood and along the trail where Lisa and I ride our bikes between Orting and Buckley. The thought of cougars nearby disturbs me not one iota (personally/physically/emotionally), except that one might decide to attack my goats, but I’ve installed motion sensor outdoor lighting around the goat shed and put a radio on out there so it sounds like people are nearby at all hours of the day and night, and so far, that has worked to keep them away. I’ve had goats for ten years, without incident, where predators are concerned.
And I never worry about a cougar attacking me, since such things are almost as rare as hens’ teeth, and have been throughout history.
Again, I consider wild ones my equals. To quote Henry Beston…
They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time,
fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.”
But the dream was definitely more about the horses than it was about any possible predation. I knew I could fix the fence to mitigate against predators. I just wondered if I needed to evacuate the horses before I did that, since they didn’t officially belong to me (except by their own reckoning). They were extremely “happy” being in my presence and near me.
The baseline feeling I got from the dream was one of balance, grounded-ness, and security. It felt great to have horses close at hand again. (I grew up with horses as pets from the time I was seven or eight until we left Cle Elum when I was 21 or 22. I love and miss them.) Their faces were peaceful, unafraid, and wise; they hadn’t been “fleeing” from any perceived or recognized threat. They were completely at ease and had arrived under their own internal prompting. Having them wander in to bless me unexpectedly in this way was very pleasing…
I’m liking my dreams, for the most part. I always have.
I entertain very few nightmares. The few I have are about natural disasters that have been known to happen here in the Pacific NW — falling trees during windstorms and forest fires, mainly. Or driving off mountain-high cliffs.
Every time I have a dream where I’m in mortal peril (again, few and very far between!), I always squeak out alive in some miraculous fashion. For example, I’ve had numerous dreams where the car I’m driving or riding in goes off a cliff, and the car floats, or I leave the vehicle in midair and float away. Or if my brakes give out in a dream, I manage to steer clear of mowing anyone down until it sails over a cliff and I float free of the impending dunk in the water before the vehicle splashes down.
I think those dreams are from my spirit guides, letting me know I’m always going to “float free” at the end of this lifetime… As a result, although I have never had an actual near-death experience to confirm my theory of “life after death”, I have no fear of dying itself, only of horrible ways to die — by being crushed but not killed outright, burning to death while trapped in rubble, drowning, suffering painfully with some disease before dying, stuff like that. (None of which I dwell on.) I don’t borrow trouble by dwelling on negative imaginings. My imaginings are nearly all positive. I’m blessed in that way. I am about as far from a “catastrophe thinker” as you can get and still be grounded in reality.
It’s a healthy way to look at things, for sure!
