A few nights ago I had a bawazigaywin (dream). I remember it clearly still yet.
I do not remember dreams often nor for a very long duration.
I often dream about gray horses.
Anyhow, I dreamt it was early kizheb (morning) and I was walking thru a tall grass prairie looking for Scooter because he was not waiting at the gate like normal.
The morning was cool and crisp, a light fog was settling over the tips of the grass. It seemed like I walked miles, worried and panicked, about Scooter’s absence.
My tall boots wet with dew, I could smell the freshness of the wet grass and dirt beneath my feet. I trudged on, a heavy, sick feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
I climbed a knoll and looked down into a wide valley. There grazed Scooter in the midst of a herd of gray horses, his bay beautifulness shining out like a beacon for me.
There may have been more to the dream but this is all I remember when I sat down to write about it.
When I awoke, I felt relieved that Scooter was not lost after all.
Then, I raced outside to check on him in real life.
There Scooter stood looking impatiently at me wondering why his fool human wasnt scooping out his grain and feeding him his breakfast.