weirdest fucking dream ever.
so it all started with some kind of weird lunch date where everyone was dressed as a character from harry potter (but weren't the actual characters). i don't remember who i was. i think i might have been remus, except i was just me. anyway, everyone else started making out and i was like..."uhhhhh kay, later." then i found cat, ari and michelle, and we were sitting on a very idyllic little hill and talking about something or other, i wasn't paying attention until cat was like "oh katie did you hear that? the bay area!" and i was like, "what about it?" and she's like, "oh we're trying to go there" and i was like oh okay it's only like an 8-9 hour drive from here. even though we were at school. in my dream i was like, no no, penn state isn't that close to SF, that's silly. and then somehow i convinced myself that no, no, my school IS in california. i go to school in california! and i was like, oh okay cool, that's neat, i never realized that before!
So then ari is like, oh, i have to go [somewhere] and we were like, okay bye! and then we were at eastwood, except it wasn't, because it was like perched on this little cliff above what looks suspiciously like the SF bay. Malinda was like "here katie, ride sparkle. go do a left lead canter" and i was like, kay. cat and michelle decided to have a picnic and watch me do my surprise make up lesson. i was doing okay on sparkle except for the fact that i seemed to have no control over my legs so i was like jerking around and just looking retarded. and i kept forgetting to hold the reins or they kept getting caught on stuff...like sparkle's leg...basically everything was going wrong. except malinda was being really nice and not mean about it, and kept telling me to do more and more preposterous stuff. it ended up being like an obstacle course. i had to canter sparkle up a ramp and then jump off it, weird stuff like that. except i was doing terrible the whole entire time, because i seem to have lost an important part of my brain in this dream. i kept fucking up, kept having to stop and try and start over, yet would put the reins down and forget to pick them back up, etc. so malinda was like, YOU NEED MORE COMPETITION, so cat and michelle started riding too and malinda made it into like a relay race, except i was busy trying to become a functional person again so i didn't even realize what was going on. i think this was the first instance of me putting sparkle into a little jar until i could figure out what was going on.
the course was originally just like this really, really narrow ring, and i'd canter up the one side, make a really hard turn onto the ramp, go off the ramp, make another really hard turn and come back up the first side. but people kept getting in my way because it was so narrow, so i had to keep putting sparkle in the bottle. once cat and michelle started riding, the whole entire rest of the team showed up to watch/hang out/unceasingly get in the way. then the obstacle course also diverted into this weird little building, that went underground, with these metal stairs down, and then back up a little, and then a crazy-ass rope bridge, then into this crazy like basement living room kind of thing. it had carpet like the fabric that they use on bus seats, except all different colors of gray, white and purple. the girl in the room was like "they're supposed to ride in here, stop, spin around and then go back out before i see them!" the space in which to do this was literally like the size of your average stair landing, like in a house. clearly i should regret watching those reining videos on youtube the other day. so then we were supposed to go back out the way we came in. and i was supposed to have been racing this entire time, but when i realized it there was no room to take sparkle out of the bottle. so i finally got back up to the outside, main narrow ring, and malinda was like WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU LOST LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES OVER YOU HAVE NO KILLER INSTINCT. NOW GET ON HIM AND FINISH THE RACE. so i was like auuughhhhh but i let sparkle out of the jar and tried to get on him. somehow my reins got stuck under one of his armpits but i was already in the saddle so i was like, fuck it this will be fine. i don't exactly remember what happened next but i guess i sort of finished the race, since i didn't do the part with the spinning around in the little room, but did all the stairs and shit.
and then malinda was like okay that was pretty good, do better next time. and then said it was time to bring sparkle to the guy that gets rid of horses, because he was pretty old and just wanted to do one more fun thing before they had to put him down.
and then i think me and cat and michelle agreed that we could probably wait till tomorrow to drive to san francisco to lunch.
i think it means i'm nervous about shitting the bed at horse shows.
WEIRD. FUCKING. DREAM. it needed to be saved for posterity. and as a reminder to apparently never do stadium clean up, eat brunch and then fall asleep while on the computer. or to not put horses in jars or something. i don't know.
So then ari is like, oh, i have to go [somewhere] and we were like, okay bye! and then we were at eastwood, except it wasn't, because it was like perched on this little cliff above what looks suspiciously like the SF bay. Malinda was like "here katie, ride sparkle. go do a left lead canter" and i was like, kay. cat and michelle decided to have a picnic and watch me do my surprise make up lesson. i was doing okay on sparkle except for the fact that i seemed to have no control over my legs so i was like jerking around and just looking retarded. and i kept forgetting to hold the reins or they kept getting caught on stuff...like sparkle's leg...basically everything was going wrong. except malinda was being really nice and not mean about it, and kept telling me to do more and more preposterous stuff. it ended up being like an obstacle course. i had to canter sparkle up a ramp and then jump off it, weird stuff like that. except i was doing terrible the whole entire time, because i seem to have lost an important part of my brain in this dream. i kept fucking up, kept having to stop and try and start over, yet would put the reins down and forget to pick them back up, etc. so malinda was like, YOU NEED MORE COMPETITION, so cat and michelle started riding too and malinda made it into like a relay race, except i was busy trying to become a functional person again so i didn't even realize what was going on. i think this was the first instance of me putting sparkle into a little jar until i could figure out what was going on.
the course was originally just like this really, really narrow ring, and i'd canter up the one side, make a really hard turn onto the ramp, go off the ramp, make another really hard turn and come back up the first side. but people kept getting in my way because it was so narrow, so i had to keep putting sparkle in the bottle. once cat and michelle started riding, the whole entire rest of the team showed up to watch/hang out/unceasingly get in the way. then the obstacle course also diverted into this weird little building, that went underground, with these metal stairs down, and then back up a little, and then a crazy-ass rope bridge, then into this crazy like basement living room kind of thing. it had carpet like the fabric that they use on bus seats, except all different colors of gray, white and purple. the girl in the room was like "they're supposed to ride in here, stop, spin around and then go back out before i see them!" the space in which to do this was literally like the size of your average stair landing, like in a house. clearly i should regret watching those reining videos on youtube the other day. so then we were supposed to go back out the way we came in. and i was supposed to have been racing this entire time, but when i realized it there was no room to take sparkle out of the bottle. so i finally got back up to the outside, main narrow ring, and malinda was like WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU LOST LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES OVER YOU HAVE NO KILLER INSTINCT. NOW GET ON HIM AND FINISH THE RACE. so i was like auuughhhhh but i let sparkle out of the jar and tried to get on him. somehow my reins got stuck under one of his armpits but i was already in the saddle so i was like, fuck it this will be fine. i don't exactly remember what happened next but i guess i sort of finished the race, since i didn't do the part with the spinning around in the little room, but did all the stairs and shit.
and then malinda was like okay that was pretty good, do better next time. and then said it was time to bring sparkle to the guy that gets rid of horses, because he was pretty old and just wanted to do one more fun thing before they had to put him down.
and then i think me and cat and michelle agreed that we could probably wait till tomorrow to drive to san francisco to lunch.
i think it means i'm nervous about shitting the bed at horse shows.
WEIRD. FUCKING. DREAM. it needed to be saved for posterity. and as a reminder to apparently never do stadium clean up, eat brunch and then fall asleep while on the computer. or to not put horses in jars or something. i don't know.