I had the weirdest dream last night.
I was an adolescent again living in our old house. I have this reoccurring theme related to dreams like this. Someone has bought part of our land and all the land around it and built a ton of houses, but also put up a bunch of house trailers while they build. It's noisy and chaotic. I think the people are trashy and I don’t like what they’re doing to the land. There's a ton of traffic -old beat up trucks- they're building these awful corrals with whatever they can find - basically on what used to be our front yard and entrance area.
Anyway, I'm watching them out of my bedroom window that used to face the east side of the property and I see that there are some calves stuck/buried in the ground at the bottom of our lane, which is about a half mile long. It doesn't make sense because it's like being buried in snow but it's earth and only the animals' heads are visible. They look like huge gopher holes with heads sticking out. I watch the men on horseback head the cattle with a rope from their horses, wrap the saddle horn and pull them out. At the end, there's three animals left and I'm wondering if they're dead. Why would they just leave them there on our road like that?
My brother and I walk down the lane to investigate and realize that the two calves are still alive and there's something else buried in the ground that is obvs not bovine but we can barely make out the head and assume that it has been smothered. We decide we have to try and save the animals and I think, I'm not a good enough roper to use that tool and the men probably already tried and failed. So, we dig out the two calves with shovels and the animals take off into the brush glad to be free. Then we decide to see what the other animal is and start to dig. To our surprise it's still alive!
It turns out to be a zebra. The zebra doesn't run, so I lead it back up the lane to the barn. At this point my parents are having some sort of big party. I can hear music and talking and see people in the large windows and moving in and out of the house and around the wood deck laughing and talking. I think, What the hell? Dad will never know! And I saddle and bridle the zebra. I wake up as I'm riding the zebra like you would a horse or a mule out in the open field. Yes, suddenly the open land is back and all the trashy people, traffic, and construction is gone.
