Horses and boats. Good apart, good together.

This is short because I don't remember it all.

I was watching a movie about a queen who divorced her king and now she was going to war. So, the queen had her stable of giant horses fitted with wooden ark-like ships on their backs. The arks could carry 15-20 people at a time. Efficient transportation for the Dark Ages. I'm watching the queen standing at the bow of the ship, sword drawn, yelling like Braveheart while the giant horse below her gallops into battle. And really, I'm only concerned about the horse. I think to myself, "that must be really heavy, but he is able to run at full speed, so I guess it can't be that bad." Later I get to see the giant horses. They are grazing in a perfectly manicured pasture. "They're like the size of Clydesdales, but that doesn't make any sense. The horses with the the boats were enormous. These horses aren't big enough," I say and continue to pet the horses.

I know there was a lot more to this one, but the alarm woke me up and NPR erased my memory. I love that, even in my dreams, I acknowledge that it doesn't make any fucking sense.