I was in Florida. I decided to drive home. East. In real life, east of Florida is the Atlantic Ocean, but on my map, Florida was more like the Baja Peninsula....plenty of America east of Florida.
Per my usual road trip rules, I had planned to stay off the main highways. The going was slow so I checked the GPS. "Ugh! I would never have gone this way had I known," I thought. Perhaps I wasn't making much progress because I was now on horseback....with a GPS. I thought, "it's a long way. I should let my horse have a break." So, I dismounted, found a stack of old hats on the side of the road and started gathering hay and grass and putting it in the hats for my horse. The horse then wandered over to a muddy puddle for a drink. As he approached the water, I looked away and when I looked back, my horse was now a baby. A mud covered baby.
I get the baby out of the mud. I find a motel and stand the baby in the sink, washing the mud off. The baby thanks me. "How am I supposed to ride this baby home?"
The end.
Please to note: this dream was highly influenced by the Dexter Season 4 marathon I watched yesterday.
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